A woman was diagnosed with a terminal illness and given three
months to live. She asked her Pastor to come to her home to discuss her
final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at her funeral,
and what scriptures she wanted read, and which outfit she wanted to be
buried in.
Then she said, “One more thing… I want to be buried with a fork in my hand.”
The pastor was surprised.
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 say to everyone,
‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite time of the dinner, because I knew
something better was coming, like velvety chocolate cake or deep dish
apple pie – something wonderful. So, I want people to see me there in
that casket with a fork in my hand and wonder, ‘ What’s with the fork?’
Then, I want you to tell them, ‘ Keep your fork, because the best is yet
to come.’ “
The pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he bid the woman
goodbye. He realized she had a better grasp of heaven than he did, and
knew something better was coming.
At the funeral, when people asked him why she was holding a fork,
the pastor told them of the conversation he had with the woman before
she died. He said he could not stop thinking about the fork, and knew
they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was
right.
“Keep your fork. The best is yet to come.”
- Attributed to Roger William Thomas
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