As I pulled into the parking lot I noticed dozens of late model sharp looking cars. I entered the building to see it was overflowing with stylish looking young adults. People greeted each other with familiar hugs and kisses. Artfully arranged yellow long stem roses bespoke the care of the florist. The soft pink lights and softly draped curtains shielded the room from the brightness of the outside. I was directed to a long hallway which led to another seating area as the main room was standing room only.
The center of all this pomp and attention was not there to witness the proceedings. At only thirty nine years old his body lay in the burnished brass casket. I listened carefully to what people said about him: “He loved cars,” said one friend. “He loved barbeque,” chuckled a relative “ He loved keeping the yard looking nice,” said his long time neighbor. I sat and hoped to hear of another love, but I never heard it. I never heard that he loved God. Maybe he thought he would have time for God later. However his later was now.
The center of all this pomp and attention was not there to witness the proceedings. At only thirty nine years old his body lay in the burnished brass casket. I listened carefully to what people said about him: “He loved cars,” said one friend. “He loved barbeque,” chuckled a relative “ He loved keeping the yard looking nice,” said his long time neighbor. I sat and hoped to hear of another love, but I never heard it. I never heard that he loved God. Maybe he thought he would have time for God later. However his later was now.
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