Cemetary Trip

I am ashamed in myself. When I was approaching the Cemetery I thought about ditching the whole thing and just forget about it, but I made myself go back and turn into the cemetery. I drove around the cemetery very slow for a long while and starred at the tomb stones. I almost broke down and cried. I was lost in a sea of people and yet I was the only one there. I was thinking about a recent statistic that I heard, only 14% of Americans attend church on a regular basis and less than that are truly saved. I did the math in my head to see how many of the tomb stones held the body of a person who had a condemned soul. Then to sit there and stare at the graves knowing many of them would never see there family's again but be burned in the eternal fires of Hell forever. They would never laugh, sing, or see the wonderful savoir. I was over whelmed with sadness and fear for my neighbor. Recently we talked about truth no matter the costs. I prayed to God to reveal the truth to me about myself and other aspects of my life no matter the cost. Going to the cemetery opened up my eyes to a truth. The truth that I look at everyone and everything like we will all live here forever, I completely ignore death, but isn't that what most of us do? I had the truth suffocating me to no end at the cemetery and for that I am grateful. I now have a fresh look on life and death. I will no longer sit by why my fellow man starves from the truth. I feel like it is my job no matter what to share with my neighbor the truth no matter the cost. Eternity is a long time and I don't what anyone to spend it in agony. Thank you for your time, I apologize if you were expecting a reflection on the Lilacs poem but I felt lead to share from my heart today,

Thank again Bobby Lynn Henigsmith II