09/26/2025
The Fork Story
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given 3 months to live. As she was getting things in order, she contacted her pastor and asked him to come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at her service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. As the pastor was preparing to leave, she suddenly remembered something very important to her.
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.
"What's that?" He replied.
"I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand," she told him.
The pastor looked at her, not quite knowing what to say.
"That surprises you, doesn't it?" She asked.
"Well, to be honest, I am puzzled by the request," said the pastor.
The young woman explained.
"My grandmother once told me a story that I never forgot, and I have tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who need encouragement. Her story was" In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember 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 something better was coming...like chocolate cake, pie, cobbler. Something wonderful and with substance!"
So, I 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 share with them.
"Keep your fork...the BEST is yet to come."
1 Peter 1:4
