"A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands put to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best."
It's only shown up on newish tombstones and I don't know where this not-so-lovely sentiment came from, but it intrigues me. I cannot for the life of me understand how such a platitude could be even remotely comforting. To me it says 'too damn bad your god is such an evil, rotten jerk'. He broke our heart to prove he only takes the best? Why does God have to prove anything? And if he does need to prove himself, how does killing your child or grandma engender your love and respect?
Every time I see this, I'm struck by the sadness of it. This is desolately bad theology. I hope these people managed to somehow find better comfort than this.
We're headed to Phoenix this weekend. Of course we're going to Tombstone while we're there! See you again sometime next week!