Sunday Sermonizing: Taphophilia

Make a difference. 

We’re encouraged to do this. 

I encourage people to do this in this blog all the time. 

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Sometimes I walk through graveyards. I love walking through graveyards. I may be a taphophile. A tombstone tourist. 

Morbid? Maybe. 

Enlightening? Always. 

It’s Halloween week. So this seems appropriate. 

Graves are full of people who are obviously no longer around. There is a desire in every human heart to make a difference. I wonder how that worked out for the forgotten folks under the tombstones? What were their dreams? What were their hopes? How did they desire to change the world?   

Or at least change their world? 

Here’s the thing: Every one of us will be forgotten. 

Sure. There are a few who make the history books. But most won’t. Of the 7 Billion people in the world today, the vast majority of us will never be heard of or heard from after we’re 6-feet under.  We will be forgotten. Our endeavors — our best endeavors — will most likely amount to faded memories, at best. 

Thankfully, there is more to this life than our best attempts.     

There is a God who loves us, deeply cares about us, and who is doing things greater than we will ever know. 

He makes the difference. 

He makes tombstones irrelevant.   

And because of both these things, we can each make all the difference in the world.