Do I detect an element of anger in this postscript epitaph? Sounds like it was more than a bitter afterthought. Our deeds do follow us the rest of our lives, at least here on earth. I try to make sure mine are good ones. When they are not good (and they often are not), I am comforted by the grace implied in what I’ve instructed my people to use as my own epitaph. “You Are Marked As Christ’s Own Forever” pretty much sums it up. They are the words told a newly-confirmed Episcopal church member as the sign of the cross is gently pressed into his forehead by a priest at confirmation. They are words that not only change one’s perspective in this realm, but endure well into the next lifetime.
Hopefully not that!
Do I detect an element of anger in this postscript epitaph? Sounds like it was more than a bitter afterthought. Our deeds do follow us the rest of our lives, at least here on earth. I try to make sure mine are good ones. When they are not good (and they often are not), I am comforted by the grace implied in what I’ve instructed my people to use as my own epitaph. “You Are Marked As Christ’s Own Forever” pretty much sums it up. They are the words told a newly-confirmed Episcopal church member as the sign of the cross is gently pressed into his forehead by a priest at confirmation. They are words that not only change one’s perspective in this realm, but endure well into the next lifetime.