βSome time ago I read an article written by a famous newspaper journalist who explained how he went about arranging for a meaningful conversation with some person whom he wished to interview. He would ask a question similar to this: βWould you mind telling me the inscription you would have written on your tombstone?β He reported that many would give answers like βhave fun,β βgone to another meeting,β and so on. Then the journalist was asked what he himself would have written on his tombstone. He replied very quietly and sincerely, βSafelyΒ home, at last.β
βWhen the full significance of this statement is impressed upon us, we might well ask ourselves, βAfter all, what is life all about, and what is our hope beyond this life, believing, as we do, in a life after this one?β Almost everyone, no matter what his religious faith may be, looks forth to an existence that may be defined in various ways. If my assumption is correct, then, we would all wish to have written on our tombstones, as an epitaph to our lifeβs work, that we were βsafe atΒ home, at last.ββ Β — Harold B. Lee