If I were to ask you to
name the richest piece of ground on earth, you might say the oil wells of Saudi
Arabia, or the rain forests of South America, or the gold mines of South
Africa.
And if you were to
respond this way, you would be wrong.
For the richest piece
of ground on earth is
… your local cemetery.
For you see, lying
dormant in the bosoms of hundreds of people there are unfinished dreams. Dreams
which might have changed the world. And those dreams will languish there for a
million years.
I want to go to my
grave empty, absolutely devoid of dreams; having fulfilled those things which
God has set within my heart to do.
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