HOSPICE LIVINGLiving for Jesus through earth’s little while,
My dearest treasure, the light of his smile,
Seeking the lost ones he died to redeem,
Bringing the weary to find rest in him.
Living for Jesus, Thomas O. Chisholm, 1917
When we start living like we’re dying, then we can begin to live life to the fullest.
Above is the last line of "Hospice Living," appearing in Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends coming out in November.
...................................My ineptness at the technical part of these blogs will assure I don't take myself too seriously. I knew my ineptness was good for something. The pictures are supposed to be reversed, but that will have to come in my next lesson.
My friend, Nancy, took all morning helping me get my computer cleaned up and organized. Next week, she'll vacuum my carpet--oh no, I mean show me how to put pictures correctly on my blog.
Today is my father, Carroll Evans' birthday. He would be 98. The picture above is David's Aunt Corky who died just a few weeks ago. Below are three of my grandchildren, just beginning their lives.
I guess the order of the pictures doesn't matter much with God, considering the fleetingness of life.
I'd like to dedicate today's blog to my pastor, Tim Rolen, and my former youth director, Waudell Maple--two men who deal almost daily with showing people how to live--and die--with dignity.
Death is the destiny of every man. The living should take this to heart. Ecclesiastes 7:2
