The Hyphen

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Joshua 4:5-7 NASB… and Joshua said to them, “Cross again to the ark of the LORD your God into the Joshua 4:5-7 NASB… and Joshua said to them, “Cross again to the ark of the LORD your God into the middle of the Jordan, and each of you take up a stone on his shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the sons of Israel. Let this be a sign among you, so when your children ask later, saying, ‘What do these stones mean to you?’ then you shall say to them, ‘Because the waters of the Jordan were cut off before the ark of the covenant of the LORD; when it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. So, these stones shall become a memorial to the sons of Israel forever’.”
Ever drive through a cemetery and examine the tombstones? Small markers surround massive gravestones. I tease, I want a monument with a flashing light on top to warn airplanes. I suspect my family will buy one much shorter. The flashing light I’ll get is the occasional firefly resting on top. To be honest, I don’t care about my gravestone. If I have a marker, there will be a hyphen between the dates of birth dates and death.
The hyphen is more important than the dates. It’s the days between my birth and death. Between the doctor smacking my bottom, and the potato salad after my funeral, many events will occur. Marriage, the birth of children and grandchildren, careers, salvation, and more happen in a lifetime.
We want to live a vibrant, meaningful life. But if we live long enough, our bodies will fail, until we no longer can do the things we once did.
I understand why my parents lost interest in many of their favorite things with age. They once enjoyed camping, golfing, and ballroom dancing. They ceased those activities years before my father died. It was too challenging for them to continue. Yet, my father of ninety had other interests such as woodworking, the lodge meetings, and taught Sunday School.


© 2018 Ronald Milburn