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Wednesday, December 07, 2011

THE LESSON OF THE FORK


There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a deadly illness and had been given three months to live. Her doctor told her to start making preparations to die, so she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what she wanted to be wearing. The woman also told her
pastor that she wanted to be buried with her favorite Bible. Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something. “There’s one more thing,” she said excitedly. “What’s that?” came the pastor’s reply.

“This is very important,” the woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”

The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say.

“That shocks you, doesn’t it?” the woman asked.

“Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,” said the pastor.

The woman explained. “In all my years of attending church socials and functions where food was involved (and let’s be honest, food is an important part of any church event, spiritual or otherwise), my favorite part was when whoever was clearing away the dishes of the main course would lean over and
say, ‘You can keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming. When they told me to keep my fork, I knew that something great was about to be given to me. It wasn’t Jell-O or pudding. It was cake or pie. Something 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: ‘Something better is coming, so keep your fork, too.’”

The pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the 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 she had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She knew that something better was coming.

At the funeral, people walking by the woman’s casket saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite Bible.…and the fork 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 woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and what it symbolized to her. The pastor told the people he could not stop thinking about the fork, and after that day, neither would they. So the next time you reach for your fork, let it remind you, oh so gently, that there is something better coming.

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