When I was a kid we would run off into the woods playing army, using nothing but sticks and pretending they were guns. Sometimes while playing in the backyard we would pretend to be professional wrestlers. We would even take challenges on our bicycles or skateboards to see who had enough nerve to jump the highest. Those are such great memories.
When we came in from a fun day of playing as we rushed through the door,
and walked over to the counter top, setting on this very plate, would be some of the best cornbread you would ever eat. Made by some of the most caring hands you would ever meet. Now, the plate is empty. There will never be anymore cornbread in that plate, made by those hand. The old empty plate has alot of precious memories to me, but one day I will leave the empty plate behind and be united with the one who made the bread because of Christ.
Thank you Maw Maw Calhoun. My grandparents didn't have much, but what they had they were willing to give away to help others. Thank you for something as simple as a slice of cornbread. What I would give to smell that cornbread again coming through the old screen door into the yard while we were playing.
If you are uncertain about your eternity and reuniting with loved ones. Jesus Christ said, "I am the way the truth and the life no man cometh unto the father but by me." and "Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
Don't let your life end with an empty plate.
Pastor Todd McClain