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Keep Your Fork

The sound of Aunt Martha’s voice on the other end of the telephone always brought a smile to Brother Jim’s face. She was one of the oldest members of the congregation, and also one of the most faithful. This time, however, there seemed to be an unusual tone to her words.

“Preacher, could you stop by this afternoon? I need to talk to you.”

“Of course, I’ll be there around three.”

As they sat facing each other in the quiet of her small living room, Jim learned the reason for what he sensed in her voice. Martha shared the news that her doctor had just discovered a previously undetected tumor.

“He says I probably have six months to live.” Martha’s words were certainly serious, yet there was a definite calm about her.

“I’m so sorry to …” but before Jim could finish, Martha interrupted.

“Don’t be. The Lord has been good. I have lived a long life. I’m ready to go. You know that.”

“I know,” Jim whispered with a reassuring nod.

“But I do want to talk with you about my funeral. I have been thinking about it, and there are things that I know I want.”

They then talked about Martha’s funeral plan quietly for a long time. When it seemed that they had covered just about everything, Martha paused, looked up at Jim with a twinkle in her eye, and then added, “One more thing, preacher. When they bury me, I want my old Bible in one hand and a fork in the other?”

“A fork?” Jim was surprised. “Why do you want to be buried with a fork?”

“At those nice get-togethers, when the meal was almost finished, a server or the hostess would come by to collect the dirty dishes. Sometimes, at the best ones, somebody would lean over my shoulder and whisper, ‘You can keep your fork.’ And do you know what that meant? Dessert was coming!”

“It didn’t mean a cup of Jell-O or pudding or even a dish of ice cream. You don’t need a fork for that. It meant the good stuff, like chocolate cake or cherry pie! When they told me I could keep my fork, I knew the best was yet to come!”

“That’s exactly what I want people to talk about at my funeral. They can talk about all the good times we had together. That would be nice. But when they walk by my casket, I want them to turn to one another and say, ‘Why the fork?’ ”

“That’s what I want you to say. I want you to tell them that I kept my fork because the best is yet to come.”

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