Yesterday we had a story of triumph! King Jehoshaphat praised God and the people of Judah won a great victory. How tragic that his son did not follow in his footsteps!
When Jehoshaphat “rested with his ancestors,” as the Bible describes his death, Jehoram his son succeeded him as king. Jehoram had six brothers. Jehoshaphat had given them many gifts, but the kingdom he gave to Jehoram, his firstborn son.
Sadly, Jehoram did not follow the good example of his father. When he has established himself firmly over the kingdom, he killed all his brothers. He was thirty-two years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem eight years.
Read about him in 2 Chronicles 21.
I will not go into details, but to mention his most tragic end. “Jehoram passed away, to no one’s regret, and was buried in the City of David, but not in the tombs of the kings.”
To no one’s regret!
I’ve been going over those words over and over since I read them early this morning. “To no one’s regret!” How tragic!
His brothers he had killed. But his wife and children… did they not miss him? No one regretted his death!
How are we living? Will we be missed when our day comes to leave this world? Or will there be a sign on our tombstone: NOT MISSED!
I hope I will be missed; that I have made a difference during my pilgrimage on earth. Most of all I hope I will be welcomed in Heaven!
This will be it for now.
Live in such a way that you will be missed on Earth and welcomed in Heaven.