The Grands Letter

Dear Grands,

2 Chronicles 21:20, Jehoram “was thirty-two years old when he became king,

and he reigned in Jerusalem eight years; and he departed with no one’s regret,

and they buried him in the city of David, but not in the tombs of the kings.”

The only time I think about dying is when someone I know dies. I’m

aware that, barring the delay of the Rapture, I, too, will die someday.

I have no idea what king Jehoram thought about death; but having

been stricken with an excruciating illness, I can only imagine that he

longed for death. What is most interesting in this verse is that Jehoram

died “with no one’s regret.” I learned in Australia that a moderately

wealthy man died penniless and no one attended his funeral. Even

for an evil man, it’s sad to think that no one cared that he died.

How do you want to be remembered? When my grandfather died

(Dado I), I witnessed grown men weeping as they looked into his

casket. I distinctly remember one man saying, “He bought me gym

shoes, so I could play basketball.” Dr. Don Ralston officiated at the

grave of our dear friend, Jack Conner, recalled Jack having

witnessed to a woman, speaking to her in French –despite the fact

that neither of us ever knew Jack spoke French! What will people

say about you? about me? Will anyone care that we are gone??

The Israelites were careful about burials. Kings were buried in the

Jerusalem, the City of David; so, Jehoram was buried there, but

because he was evil, he was not buried in the tombs of the kings.

“He lived that kind of life; he died that kind of death; he will spend

that kind of eternity.”

We love you! Live for the LORD! Influence people for good!

Nana & Dado III

Gene L. Jeffries, Th.D.

Springdale, Arkansas

“We never know that God is all we need

until He becomes all that we have.”