"In the beginning"


The views expressed in this blog are not necessarily the views of the blog management, (on the other hand, they are not necessarily not the views of the blog management).

No effort has been made to stay within the bounds of the truth in this blog as it has always been the view of the management that the truth should never be allowed to stand in the way of a good story.

Friday, November 03, 2006

How does your site rate?

I found the site for these tags over here at Laurie's site, and was
pleasantly surprised to find that holtieshouse was 2/3 good and only
1/3 evil, I had a horrible premonition it might have gone the other way.

This site is certified 65% GOOD by the Gematriculator

This site is certified 35% EVIL by the Gematriculator

In an effort to retain this reatively good rating I am posting a nice
one today

Keep Your Fork.

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal
illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was
getting her things "in order," she contacted her pastor and had him
come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what
scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be
buried in.

Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when
the young woman suddenly remembered something very important
to her.

"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.

"What's that?" came the pastor's reply. "This is very important,"
the young woman continued.

"I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."

The pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite
what to say.

"That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.

"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.

The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story,
and from there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried
to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of

"In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I
always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being
cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say,"

"Keep your fork'"

"It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was
coming like velvety chocolate cake! or deep-dish apple pie.
Something wonderful, and with substance!'

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in
my hand and I want them to wonder,
"What's with the fork?".
Then I want you to tell them:

"Keep your fork ... the best is yet to come."

The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the
young woman good-bye.

He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before
her death.
But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of
heaven than he did.

She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people
twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge.

She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and
they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and the fork placed in her
right hand.

Over and over, the pastor heard the question

"What's with the fork?"

And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he
had with the young woman shortly before she died.

He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.

The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the
fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop
thinking about it either. He was right.

So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you ever
so gently, that the best is yet to come.

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and
encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of
praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there
for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when
it may be their time to

"Keep your fork."

Stay tuned folks we'll be back to normal with the next post I'm sure.


Merle said...

Hi Peter ~ A nice story. I often think about eating dessert first,
just in case. I am feeling pretty upset at present as Bill has prostate
cancer. Not sure till next week what treatment, if any, is planned. It is slow growing and he is 78, but hell
it ain't good. Take care, Merle.
John has gone to Mt. Beauty for the weekend.

Puss-in-Boots said...

Hi Peter

I have read that story before but it still affected me today. So, in future, I'll "keep my fork" in anticipation of the next course!

Have a good weekend.

JunieRose2005 said...


I liked that story and hope I can manage to 'Keep my fork!'


Laurie said...

So far, I'm the most evil blogger I know.

Jack K. said...

Peter, I read this one before. It is still a good one.

Merle, our best to you and Bill.

Steve G said...

Peter, first time I've heard it. If this doesn't rate you as 100% good, then you need a spoon to dig out of the....

Christina said...

nice story , Peter.

Merle, you're in my prayers.

Cliff Morrow said...

After being truly touched by this entry, I must admit Peter that I've had to fight the urge to recommend your blog to our Pastor...but looking back over the archives has cured me of that.

wazza said...

Peter, it's good to see that you're being good, although how good you will stay remains to be seen.

williamdeed said...

I really rather liked that story.

It was all good.

kenju said...

I'm 39% evil, Peter. HOw can it be??

RUTH said...

That was brilliant. Thanks for visiting my blog and for the links. Loggin off with a smile on my face. Know hubby would appreciate your humour.

Miss Cellania said...

You've got me beat. I'm only 60% good.