This weekend is Memorial Day. So, today I drove back to my roots in my hometown, Titonka, Iowa. There I went to the cemetery where my Mom and Dad are buried. Like a dutiful son, I placed a bouquet of reusable plastic flowers on their grave. Something about reusable and plastic takes away the lump in my throat and puts a smile on my face.
It was a time of several hours of nostalgia as I went to their graves and my grand-parents graves. As I walked and looked at the names on the tombstones, I realized that there sure were a lot of people out there that I know. I’m noticing that as I age, more and more of my friends are dying.
Before leaving, I drove around, what the locals call, Tyke. The town where I once was a prince on a bicycle, now seemed empty. The kingdom that once knew me so well, only stared back with a hollow gaze. Indeed, I was a stranger in my own home town.
What’s the lesson I learned today? Life goes on, even if you’re not there.
Oh well, the Bible says neither Tyke, nor my present residence, is my home. In Ephesians 2:19 I am told, “So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints, and are of God’s household.”
One day, my name will be on a tombstone. Though my body might be six feet under, I’ll be home.
My home is in heaven. Where is yours?
Praying for you all,
Allan Redenius is the Pastor of First Covenant Church in Fort Dodge, Iowa. This blog reflects his love for Our Lord Jesus Christ, his whimsical sense of humor and his approach to life.