Week 49 (December)
Some time ago I conducted Renzo Lagomarsino's funeral. Though he was not a member of our church in Florence, Italy, one of his brothers (who is a member) had asked me to have a graveside service.
This brother, Ado, rode with me out to the Florence city cemetery. On the way, Ado mentioned his hope that the Lord would use this brief service as a clear testimony to a troubled family. When we both lapsed into silence, I started thinking about the contrasts between these two brothers.
"Blessed is the man."
As a young man, Ado Lagomarsino has been converted under the ministry of Rev. Alfredo Del Rosso.
At the time of his brother's death, Ado and his wife, Olga, were in their 70s. Their three children were all grown and married. Two of them were active in the Florence congregation. The third was a pastor's wife in Naples.
"The ungodly are not so."
What a contrast Ado's life is to that of his brother, Renzo!
Renzo, too, heard the gospel message as a young man. But he had chosen not to make Jesus Lord of his life.
Now, after having gone through three unhappy marriages, Renzo Lagomarsino had died a
lonely death in a mental hospital. Of his five children, most are divorced or in their second
marriages. Even as brothers and sisters they don't get along well. In fact, two of them -- who both
live in Florence -- did not even come to their father's interment.
I don't think there could be a more graphic confirmation of Psalm 1 than the contrasting lives of these two Italian brothers.
"Like a tree planted by the rivers."
Because Ado Lagomarsino turned his life over to theLord, he is -- in the Psalm 1 metaphor -- planted by the river.
This particular metaphor needs no explanation to those who live in dry climates. I remember discovering how to spot a stream or farm pond in western Oklahoma and Kansas. All you had to do was look for the clump of trees. Those trees flourish only where there is water.
Ado Lagomarsino's life has not been an easy one. But because he cast his lot with the Lord, it has been a full and fruitful one. At the end of his life he has found bountiful fruit, whereas his brother found himself clutching handfuls of chaff.
Robert Frost is famous for his poems about rural life in New England. One of my favorites of his is "The Road Not Taken." It ends with these three lines:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
When Robert Frost wrote this poem, he wasn't trying to illustrate Psalm 1. But these last three lines almost sound like it, don't they?
We all face choices, choices that will make a difference in our lives. Those differences often become increasingly pronounced as the years roll by.
What kind of harvest do you wish to reap for yourself at the end of this road of life? Do you want to find a tree heavy with ripe fruit or will you be content to find yourself clutching handfuls of chaff?
These devotional thoughts by Howard Culbertson appeared in the December 7, 1980 edition of Standard
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