I love how my perspective is sharpened by reading tombstones. I'm reminded that all of these people were once like me. That one day a grave marker will bear my name. Soon after, I'll probably be remembered only by loved ones and then, over time, by no one at all. Reading those names reminds me that life is a breath, and I am small. I'm not as important to the world as I sometimes think I am. That's a healthy dose of humility.

Yet being in a cemetery also makes me feel cherished, prized, special. Not to a fame infatuated world but to One whom I believe made me, knows me, and desires me. I think of a cemetery as a transition point, a way station, a gate that leads from one season to the next. It's a passageway connecting one plane of existence to another. The end of one journey and the start of a far greater adventure.

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