A conversation that my dad had with an atheist was brought to the forefront recently, while attending my uncle Bruce’s funeral.
Anyway, it was a wake-up call for me that came alive again this past week as I traveled to Southwest Virginia to honor the memory of a fallen comrade, my sister’s husband, Bruce. The Fort Hill UMC was packed…300 strong, to honor this man who had only been a part of their congregation for five years.
A portion of the poem that was read at his funeral:
Not – How did he die? But – How did he live?/Not – What did he gain, But – What did he give?
These are the things that measure the worth of a man, as a man, regardless of birth.
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