Good Folks, it is Friday, November 8, 2019. There are 47 shopping days until Christmas. There are 20 days until Thanksgiving. Some say that Thanksgiving Day could sometimes be called, “Thanks Living.” A time to give thanks for life, for it is a gift from God. While visiting the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) at Dallas Methodist, in one of its many Waiting Rooms, I found these words on a huge wall plaque entitled, Heroes: To Remember Me. We make donations all the time and in various ways: vehicles, blood, financial gifts and more. On my driver’s license I have noted that I choose to be a “Donor” as symbolized with a red heart at the right bottom of my license. Some folks have been recipients of the gifts that families have made. All gifts give hope to the living. Pray about this. I have.
To Remember Me
At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my “deathbed.” Call it my “bed of life,” and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to a man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who has been pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows. Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all my prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
For God so loved the world that He gave…
Life is fragile. Handle with prayer.
Blessings from Duncanville,
Pastor Frank (firstname.lastname@example.org)
PS: Let me hear from you.