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Several
years ago I transcribed one of the most insightful stories which I’d ever
heard.
The title of
the story was, “The Richest Piece of Ground on Earth.”
If I were to
ask you to name the richest piece of ground on earth you might say, “the goldmines
of South Africa” or “the rain forests of South America” or perhaps “the oil
wells of Saudi Arabia” but if you were to guess one of these locations, you
would be… absolutely wrong. For you see, the richest piece of ground on earth
is your… local cemetery.
And the
reason for this seeming paradox?
Lying
dormant in the bosoms of thousands of the dearly departed are unfulfilled
dreams. A miracle medication which might have cured Alzheimer’s Disease. An
invention which might have caused trees and flowers to bloom on the Sahara. A
missionary endeavor that would have brought millions of unbelievers to a saving
knowledge of the Gospel. Dreams which might have changed the world. But these
dreams will remain unrealized for a million million years.
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