Sunday, July 20, 2008
Since this was to be our last day working in Calvin's house, we were on a quest to find a relic; at the house, on our free time, wherever. And our relic needed to tell a story; preferably a story that speaks to our life and purpose.
Around 8:30 we ended up in the Algiers cemetery reading headstones and contemplating the tale of our own mortality's. Grave thoughts. We found several common denominators in the graveyard: religious symbols, stone, Cajun names and - the dash.
The dash is the small line between one birth and death dates; it represents our life. How long is our line? How strong is our line? What give our line purpose? How can we direct our lines to be the line that will make a difference, make the world a better place and provide impudence for other to pen stories about? Not every outcome could be covered but the beginning is all the same...a life devoted to Christ.
Jesus said "truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. 25 "He who loves his life loses it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it to life eternal."
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