I am reading through the bible right now on a 90 day reading plan. I have never had so much fun reading the scriptures before. Today I was reading in 2 Chronicles, and something really struck me:
“Jehoram was thirty-two years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem eight years. He passed away, to no one’s regret, and was buried in the City of David, but not in the tombs of the kings.”
(2 Chronicles 21:20 NIV11)
Jehoram passed away, to no one's regret.
He was king of Judah. A descendant of David.
And when he died, NOBODY was sorry to see him go.
How do you treat others? What kind of a mark are you leaving on the world? When you die, will it be good-bye or good riddance?