Whatever your hand finds to do

During the last two months, we attended five funerals of five men.

Two of the men died suddently. Two struggled with long illnesses but accepted the Lord before they died. Roland led one of them to Christ three years ago and baptised him in his home.

The only one who had a non-Christian funeral was the grandfather of one of my (YK) Sunday school students. He had a heart attack. His funeral service — a Hindu ceremony — was unforgettable.

After some chanting, amidst drum beats and incense burning, the deceased’s three sons walked around his coffin three times. One of them held a clay water jug on his shoulder. At the beginning of each round of walk, the jar would be lightly cracked to allow water to leak.

Finally, at the end of the third round, the water jug was dropped to the ground. Crash! A hundred broken pieces of clay, and water splattered all over the floor, spoke vividly of the fragility of life, and the finality of death…

Ecclesiastes 12:6 (NASV) tells us that there comes a day for every man when “the pitcher by the well will be shattered” — and he shall face his Creator. And before that day arrives, whatever our hand finds to do, let us do it with all our might (Eccl 9:10).

Let us live well, love much, fear God, preach His Word, “be ready in season and out of season” (2 Tim 4:2).

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