Have you ever noticed a very small, seemingly insignificant, almost imperceptible, mark on a tombstone? It is almost always there. It actually is a very important mark, but one that can be easily overlooked as one walks through a cemetery, perhaps trying to find one of particular significance. So, with careful observation, our eyes may be fixed on one certain thing as we make our search: the name of our loved one who is buried there. And all the while, we may never notice it – you know, that almost imperceptible mark.

But that mark – that small, inconspicuous mark, is there, glaring at the passer-by, screaming for us to stop and look, and consider the meaning of that mark. It needs to be noticed, to be considered, to be taken seriously. Why? Because of what the mark represents. That mark, as small as it is, represents the entire life of our loved one buried underneath. It is nothing more than a dash, placed precisely between two numbers. Those numbers tell us the day of birth, and the day of death. But that dash, just that little dash, represents the life lived between those dates.

Have you ever stopped to consider what people will think about when they see your dash? It’s probably not something that we give much thought to, if any. Perhaps you have never even thought about thinking about it. Perhaps that thought has never been a thought in your mind. And perhaps, you’re already thinking to yourself, “I wish he hadn’t made me think about that!” Why? Because we don’t like to think about it. A pastor from a bygone day once said that most of us spend our entire lifetime trying to not think about death. We try to put it out of our minds. It’s almost as if we don’t want to face the reality of our own impending appointment with death. Granted, it is a subject that we would rather not discuss. But we all need to understand that so far, death has been running at a percentage rate of 100%. No one escapes. It is the lot of humanity.

So today, let’s think about it for just a few minutes. Then, we can go back to putting it out of our minds once again. Let’s think about one thing in particular: that dash. That small mark that will be on you headstone at some point in the future. Mine will be something like this: March 5, 1952 – XXXX. Dates, recording my birth and my death. And it will cause those who have known me to think about things represented by that dash.

What will they think about? Some who might have known me as a child would reflect on memories from that part of my dash. Others, who knew me during my “wild oats” days might remember my long hair, my hippie attire, my drum playing with Clockwork. Others that I have met at other periods of my lifetime will remember me from those days, and experiences we shared together. Those who have known me since committing my life to the Lord Jesus Christ will hopefully remember one who has tried to live my life in submission to and service for the Lord.

They will all remember something. It will be part of the dash. My prayer is that the past 46 years of ministry will overshadow all the “stuff” of my pre-conversion days, but for those who do remember my life before my commitment to Jesus Christ, I pray that they will remember the difference Jesus made in my life.

In my younger years of life, I admittedly gave no serious thought to my dash. As I grow older, and as the realization that a very large percentage of my life is behind me, I think about it more. Not morbidly, but seriously. I want my dash to stand for something. Well, actually, not something, but someone. I want my dash to be a testimony to a life that was changed by His saving grace. I want all who have known me to remember me as one who loved Jesus Christ and tried to be faithful to Him in surrender and service.

Might I be so bold as to challenge each of us to take a few minutes to consider our own personal dash? Think about what you want others to think about. It could very well be a life-changing experience!

Blessings!