Post by Betty on Jan 26, 2005 7:10:28 GMT -5
Final Words
by Max Lucado
"Dear Max and Denalyn - We were glad you all made
it home OK. Now settle down and go to work. We
enjoyed your trip to no end. Even your spending the
nights with me. Max, you and Denalyn always stick
together, whatever happens. Well, there is no
need of me scribbling. I think you know how much I
love you both. You all just live good Christian
lives and Fear God. I hope to see you all again on
earth-if not, I will in heaven. - Lots of love,
Dad"
I've envisioned my father writing those words.
Propped up in a hospital bed, pen in hand, pad on
lap. Thinking this would be his final message. Do
you suppose he chose his words carefully? Of
course he did.
Can you envision trying to do the same? Can you
imagine your final message to those you love? Your
last words with a child or spouse?
What would you say? How would you say it?
Even if you can't answer the first question, you
can answer the second. How would you say your
final words? Deliberately. Carefully. Wouldn't you
go as Monet to a palette-searching for, not just
the right color, but the perfect shade, the exact
hue? Most of us have only one chance to make our
last statement.
That's all Jesus was given. Knowing his last
deeds would be forever pondered, don't you think he
chose them carefully? Deliberately? Of course he
did. There were no accidents that day. Jesus' last
moments were not left up to chance. God chose the
path; he selected the nails. Our Lord planted the
trio of crosses and painted the sign. God was
never more sovereign than in the details of the
death of his Son. As deliberately as my father wrote
the letter, so your Father left this message:
"I did it for you. I did it all for you."
by Max Lucado
"Dear Max and Denalyn - We were glad you all made
it home OK. Now settle down and go to work. We
enjoyed your trip to no end. Even your spending the
nights with me. Max, you and Denalyn always stick
together, whatever happens. Well, there is no
need of me scribbling. I think you know how much I
love you both. You all just live good Christian
lives and Fear God. I hope to see you all again on
earth-if not, I will in heaven. - Lots of love,
Dad"
I've envisioned my father writing those words.
Propped up in a hospital bed, pen in hand, pad on
lap. Thinking this would be his final message. Do
you suppose he chose his words carefully? Of
course he did.
Can you envision trying to do the same? Can you
imagine your final message to those you love? Your
last words with a child or spouse?
What would you say? How would you say it?
Even if you can't answer the first question, you
can answer the second. How would you say your
final words? Deliberately. Carefully. Wouldn't you
go as Monet to a palette-searching for, not just
the right color, but the perfect shade, the exact
hue? Most of us have only one chance to make our
last statement.
That's all Jesus was given. Knowing his last
deeds would be forever pondered, don't you think he
chose them carefully? Deliberately? Of course he
did. There were no accidents that day. Jesus' last
moments were not left up to chance. God chose the
path; he selected the nails. Our Lord planted the
trio of crosses and painted the sign. God was
never more sovereign than in the details of the
death of his Son. As deliberately as my father wrote
the letter, so your Father left this message:
"I did it for you. I did it all for you."
