happywanderer2
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Aug 5, 2008
- Messages
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A Woman and a Fork
There was a young 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 Priest and had him 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.
Everything was in order and the Priest was
preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something
very important to her.
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.
"What's that?" came the Priest's reply.
"This is very important," the young woman
continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my
right hand,"
The Priest stood looking at the young woman, not
knowing quite what to say. That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young
woman asked. "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said
the
Priest.
The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story,
and
from there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried to
pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of
encouragement.
In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remembered
that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone
would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my
favorite
part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety
chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie.
Something wonderful, and 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: "Keep your fork ..The best is yet to
come."
The Priest's eyes welled up with tears of joy as
he hugged the young 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
the
young 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 young
woman's casket and saw the fork placed in her right hand. Over and
over, the Priest heard the
question "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the Priest told the people of
the conversation he had with the young 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.
There was a young 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 Priest and had him 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.
Everything was in order and the Priest was
preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something
very important to her.
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.
"What's that?" came the Priest's reply.
"This is very important," the young woman
continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my
right hand,"
The Priest stood looking at the young woman, not
knowing quite what to say. That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young
woman asked. "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said
the
Priest.
The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story,
and
from there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried to
pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of
encouragement.
In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remembered
that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone
would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my
favorite
part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety
chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie.
Something wonderful, and 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: "Keep your fork ..The best is yet to
come."
The Priest's eyes welled up with tears of joy as
he hugged the young 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
the
young 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 young
woman's casket and saw the fork placed in her right hand. Over and
over, the Priest heard the
question "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the Priest told the people of
the conversation he had with the young 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.
