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There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with
a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things ‘in order,’ she contacted her Pastor
and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the
service, what scripture she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
The Pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy
as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death, but he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the young
woman’s casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed
in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question,
‘What’s with the fork?’ And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the Pastor told the people of
the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He
told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed they make you smile and encourage
you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
Show your friends how much you care. Remember to
always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never knowwhen it may be their time to ‘Keep your fork.’ Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share
Being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
Everything was in order and the Pastor waspreparing to leave when the
young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
‘There’s one more thing,’ she said
excitedly. ‘What’s that?’ came the Pastor’s
reply. ‘This is very important,’ the young woman
continued. ‘I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.’
The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not
knowing quite what to say.
That surprises you, doesn’t it?’ the young
woman asked. ‘Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the
request,’ said the Pastor. The young woman explained. ‘My grandmother once
told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along
its message to those I love and those who are in need of
encouragement…In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I
always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’ It
was my favorite part because I knew that something
better was coming…like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish
apple pie…Something wonderful and with substance!’
So, I just want people to see me there in that
casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder ‘What’s with
the fork?’ Then I want you to tell them: ‘Keep your fork, the
best is yet to come.’