I just got back from a walk in the history grave yard by ETBU: I think everyone should go walk by themselves through a grave yard on a quiet day when the sun is shinning. I began thinking of scritptures about men; here is my train of thought kind of mixing different verses.
"Who is man that you are mindful of him?...from the dust of the earth were you formed, and to the dust of the earth shall you return...like the grass of the fields which is hear today and gone tomorrow...You made man a little lower than the angels, put all thing under his feet...God breathed the breath of life into his nostriles...For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but a spirit of power and love...and to those who have called upon his name he has given the right to be called the sons of God."
Wow. There were a few graves of confederate soldiers there; just seeing the silent stones marking the place where the shell of brave men who once lived was burried was powerful. Men died for an idea, for a belief. Why are we so reluctant to die for God, but willing to die for freedom?
One of the saddest graves was the grave of a little girl named Eunice who was only ten months old when she left this earth. Eunice never got to run and play, Eunice never knew adulthood, Eunice missed so much of life. May I never forget the precious gift that has been given me of my eighteen and a half years on this earth! Time is fleeting and life is beyond price. The things you can learn in a grave yard!
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