Stones of Remembrance

In the future, when your children ask you, ‘What do these stones mean to you?” you should tell them… 
Joshua 4:6-7


I once was kidding with Pat and said, “When I die, I’d like to be cremated… and my ashes scattered over Michelle Pfeiffer .”

To which she responded. “I can arrange for that to happen. Tomorrow.” 

Actually, I prefer burial in the ground with a good grave marker as my “stone of remembrance”. 

I was reading this morning in the Book of Joshua about Israel entering Canaan as the Jordan River opened before them. They were instructed to take 12 large stones from the middle of the river bed and set them up on the shore as “stones of remembrance.” 
In the future, when your children ask you, ‘What do these stones mean to you?’ you should tell them… 

Stones last a long time, which is why we do tombstones in granite, one of the most durable of materials.
Our tombstones are bookmarks in the earth proclaiming “I was here. Please don’t forget me.” Its also the living that desire them, so that their loved ones, who were so valuable to them, will not be quickly forgotten on earth. 

The tombstone becomes a gathering place to stand and remember.
A graveyard is filled with stones of remembrance.
But they don’t work very well. 
The reality is that the vast majority of humans will become part of the great unknown in three or four generations.

My grandchildren know little or nothing about my father, which is, I guess, my fault. But even if I pass on the information about him to them, how much further down the line of generations will it go? Not very far, I think. 

Of course, a belief in eternity, and a great coming reunion, puts things in a different perspective. 
Not only will my grandchildren hear about my father. They will meet him.