"Keep Your Fork" ("True
Hope!" Jt)
There was a 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 pastor 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. The woman
also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible.
Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the
woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
"There’s one more thing," she said excitedly. "What’s that?" came the
pastor’s reply.
"This is very important," the woman continued. "I want to be buried with
a fork in my right hand."
The pastor didn’t know what to say. "That surprises you, doesn’t it?" the
woman asked. "Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request," said the
pastor. The woman explained. "In all my years of attending church socials
and potluck dinners, I always remember 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 pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman the
last time he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the 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 woman’s casket and they
saw the pretty dress she was wearing, her favorite Bible and the fork be
placed in her right hand. Over an over, the pastor heard the question
"What’s with the fork?"
And over and over he smiled. During his message, the pastor told the
people of the conversation he had with the woman about that 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. He was right. So the next time you reach down for your
fork, let it remind you oh so gently, that the best is yet to come.
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