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
There are verses in the Bible that give me chills. This is one of them. When I read it a few days ago, a number of thoughts flashed through my mind. I thought about my dad’s sudden death at the age of 49 and how it shook everything around us as a family and a community. Then I thought about my life and how I have lived it to this point.
If the good Lord calls me home to heaven just now, will I go to no one’s regret?
For those who are familiar with the kings that ruled Israel and Judah, King Jehoram was the son of King Jehosaphat, one of Judah’s greatest kings. It is sad to think how Jehoram, who lived through his father’s reign, ignored all the examples and experiences of his father, only to end up as one of the worst kings Judah ever had and died to no one’s regret.
To those of us who have chosen to live for Jesus, our lives cannot end to no one’s regret, but our everyday choices in this journey will determine the beauty of the house we’re building on that foundation.
The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot. Proverbs 10:7