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As for me, my life has already been
poured out as an offering to God. The time of my death is near. I have fought
a good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful. And now
the prize awaits me--the crown of righteousness that the Lord, the righteous
Judge, will give me on that great day of his return. And the prize is not just
for me but for all who eagerly look forward to his glorious return.
(2 Timothy 4:6-8 NLT). Our
reading this morning are the last written words that we know about to Timothy
from the Apostle Paul. It is not surprising that they should have remained as
a cherished letter for all these centuries. Beyond being the inspired words of
God, they were Paul’s “last words.” Personal
items from deceased love ones that preserve our last contacts with them and
connect us with their lives and their final days on Earth, letters, journals,
photographs, and items of clothing are usually treasured as special reminders
of both the joy and fragility of those lives. Although
the media through which we communicate may have changed, the poignancy of a
loved one's last words to us have not. A final message might now consist of a
collection of electrons beamed to us from thousands of miles away rather than
a letter written with pen and paper, but it is the content of that
communication as an expression of a unique and cherished personality that
matters most to us, not its form. Space Shuttle Columbia astronaut Laurel
Clark of Racine, Wisconsin, left many friends and relatives behind, including
a husband and an 8-year-old son, when her life ended in the tragedy of
February 1, 2003. There is little doubt that these were Laurel's final
words to her family, because they match the description of Laurel's last
message given by her brother, Daniel, in an interview with CNN anchor Paula
Zahn the day after the Columbia disaster. In addition to her description of the awesome beauty of space and some of
her duties while aboard the shuttle, she ended with the following paragraph: Thanks to many of you who have supported me and my adventures
throughout the years. This was definitely one to beat all. I hope you could
feel the positive energy that I beamed to the whole planet as we glided over
our shared planet. They
were not extraordinary words, just words of love and appreciation. Perhaps had
she known those would be her last words they would have been different. Very
few people know the moment of their death. If we did, perhaps it would make a
difference in the way we talked to one another. My children will tell you that
I have a peculiar habit that I have followed since they old enough to be away
from home. I always speak directly to them when they call, regardless of
whether they called for me or not. I am never “too busy” to say hello
before they end their call home. That practice is rooted in my personal
experience. The night before my Dad died I called to say hello. He had a very
tiring day and was resting in his easy chair. After talking with my mother, I
declined to “bother” him when asked if I wanted to say hello. I’m sure
my conversation would not have been extraordinary, or lengthy, but I would
have had one more chance to say hello. I wonder if you have been too busy or
too tired for those brief snippets of conversation with your family. Your
words are treasures. Give them away frequently and lovingly.
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