There was a 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 come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. The woman also requested to be buried with her favourite Bible.
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.
"What's that?" the pastor replied.
"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 surprises 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 potluck 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 favourite part because I knew that something better was coming like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie.
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. However, he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of Heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favourite Bible 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 woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor 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.
Therefore, the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, oh, so gently, that the best is yet to come.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Yesterday evening few girls in the park were playing a game we use to call as “pichoo” i use to play in my childhood days by numbering the different blocks on the ground…
I had never known the concept of evening dress and slippers, because i grew up wearing a “v” shaped chappal and few froquees (similar to the girl wearing in the above picture) which was the evening cum night dress…
When i go for choosing a dress from my wardrobe, it takes me back to days, i had never thought of my own wardrobe, own car and few money in the accounts……………..
I had less and was very happy and contended with that …. May be i had less so i admire for more now and pray to GOD for having more out of my efforts and lagan …..
I still miss the tune of dili doordarshan tune of only sunday evening movie and now i am in delhi ……………..and my only single precious white suit to wear on all the family function…………….
Dil dhoonta hai phir wohi fursat ke raat din……………….is playing on my radio……….