Bones

I thought going to the Catacombs would be a cross between Harrison Ford looking for clues to find some hidden treasure or Mike Rowe on Dirty Jobs walking through a dirty smelly basement. I am sad to report it was not really either of the two. After walking down several flights of narrow dark stairs and through a maze of damp corridors that were dated back to the 1700’s I came up to the remains of approximately 6 million Parisians from the 18th and 19th century. The bones are laid out in what they call a “romantico-macabre decoration.” It just seemed strange to me that the bones were just piled up and it looked like many people had tried to take a skull or femur over the years.

I’m glad I didn’t have nightmares from the experience but what happens to your bones is not what matters. What is important is what you do with them while you are alive.  Life is short and some day all that will be left of each of us is a pile of bones.

The toe bone connected with foot bone;
The foot bone connected with the ankle bone;
The ankle bone connected with the legbones;
The leg bone connected with the knee bone;
The knee bones connected with the thigh bone;
Hear the Word of the Lord. (Dry Bones)

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One Response to Bones

  1. Pop-pop says:

    You’re right – it’s what we do with our bones while we are alive that matters. I thank God you and your family are serving Him.

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