Last words are important.

There is a little country Baptist church down in Perry County, Mississippi. It’s called the Eastside Baptist Church. It is the church in which I was converted. Behind it is a cemetery where I’ll be buried someday. It’s about two hundred yards up the hill from our old home place.

Mom and Dad – whom in my adult life I affectionately called “Mutt” and “Co-bell” (his name was Murdock; hers, Cora) -- are buried there. Co-Bell died seven years ago and Mutt five years ago, and I still miss them. On Co-bell’s tombstone are the last words she spoke to Mutt from her deathbed, “I’ll see you.” On his tombstone is his response: “I’ll be there.” A great witness to their confidence in eternal life and heaven as our home.

Last words are important. This is not my last word to you …