Memorial Stones

“Daddy, please tell me about these stones!”

“Well, Son, these stones are loving memorials of departed loved ones. They mark the graves of moms and dads, brothers and sisters, grandmothers and grandfathers, neighbors and good friends. Some are in memory of soldiers who died to preserve our freedom. These stones speak of our love and respect for the ones buried here.”

They also speak of . . …. Certain Death

They solemnly warn that you, too, must die. In the Psalm of Life, Longfellow wrote: “Our hearts though stout and brave, like muffled drums are beating…funeral marches to the grave.”

The Bible warns you, too, in Hebrews 9:27, “It is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment.” When your body lies silent in death, where will your spirit be?

...Sudden Death
The gravestones grimly remind you that death is often sudden—that you might be hurled into eternity without a moment’s warning. A heart attack, a stroke, an accident…and your doom is sealed forever. A man to whom I gave the message of life rejected it and five hours later staggered and fell dead.

Daily headlines scream lurid reports of instant death. Cars screech to sudden, blinding crashes—and earthly life is ended. Planes plunging like fiery meteors, crashing trains, terrifying tornadoes, sinking ships, raging fires, floods and accidents take their toll in human misery daily, leaving dismembered, broken, mangled, charred bodies in their wake.

The Bible says, “What is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away” (James 4:14). “Boast not thyself of tomorrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth” (Proverbs 27:1).

Tombstones stand as mute testimonies that death may come at any age. A minister told me about a 16-year-old girl who rejected Christ at the close of his message. Thirty minutes later she was dead.

Like a prowling panther, death snatches the little baby from its mother’s arms. Death is a hideous monster that drowns the laughter of romping children and strangles the life from happy, carefree young people. It creeps into the happy home like a phantom giant to rob the family circle of mother or dad. Like a crawling cat, crouching to pounce in savage greed upon an unsuspecting robin, death stalks both young and old. Death is on your trail!

Speaks of Early Tomb and Get Ready

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