No One Was Sorry

No One Was Sorry

22 June 2009


Jehoram was thirty-two years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem eight years. No one was sorry when he died. They buried him in the City of David, but not in the royal cemetery. (2 Chronicles 21:20 NLT)

Jean was in the room as I was reading this and I read the verse about Jehoram to her. When I read it I kind of choked up and tears came to my eyes. Jehoram was king of Judah. As king he had the opportunity and authority to be a great blessing to his people. He could lead them in moral and godly living, he could work to develop the economy of his country, he could judge justly and fairly, he could look out for the well-being of the poor, the widows, and the orphans. But he didn’t. He was a selfish and evil man who died of a horrible disease at 40. No one was sorry when he died.

Contrast Tabitha, a woman follower of Christ in the seacoast town of Joppa. 36 There was a believer in Joppa named Tabitha (which in Greek is Dorcas). She was always doing kind things for others and helping the poor. 37 About this time she became ill and died. Her body was washed for burial and laid in an upstairs room. 38 But the believers had heard that Peter was nearby at Lydda, so they sent two men to beg him, “Please come as soon as possible!” 39 So Peter returned with them; and as soon as he arrived, they took him to the upstairs room. The room was filled with widows who were weeping and showing him the coats and other clothes Dorcas had made for them. (Acts 9:36-39 NLT) Tabitha lived to serve and help others. When she died there was great sorrow among her many friends and fellow believers and among those she had helped.

I’m going to live my life in a caring, giving, serving way so that when I die, people will be sorry I’m gone. I don’t care much about how many people know my name or what my list of accomplishments looks like (I’d like to have something on my list, you know!) And apart from hoping to leave provision for Jean, I don’t care much about the monetary value of my estate.

I remember a song by the Eagles, “There’s A Hole In The World Tonight.” What I want to do is leave a hole in the world right where I was.


Father, thanks for the heads up on this. May my life be such a blessing that I will leave a hole in the world when I go. May people rejoice for my life and be sorry I’m gone. Amen.

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