Keep Your Fork

"KEEP YOUR FORK..."
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 stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite
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 good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last
times 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 and her favorite
Bible and the fork placed in her right hand.  Over and over
the pastor heard the question  "What's with the fork?"  And
over and over he just smiled.
During his message, the pastor told the people of the
conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died.
He also told them about the  fork and about what 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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