“The richest spot on the face of the earth cannot be found in the
diamond mines of South Africa or the Inca gold caches of Ecuador. It
is not in the oil fields of Saudi Arabia nor in the uranium
excavations of the Balkans. Neither is it in the mineral deposits of
the Dead Sea. No, the richest plot of land on this planet is in your
very own neighborhood. You might even have passed by it this morning.

It’s the cemetery.”

That’s right! The grave­yard is the wealthiest place in all of
creation. Beneath those rectangular pieces of sod lie countless unsung
melodies and unwritten poems. The grassy plots overflow with brilliant
ideas that could have trans­formed entire communities, rehabilitated
the lost and borne hope to the weary. Our burial grounds reek with
unattained successes and unrealized dreams.

Sometimes I walk through graveyards and speculate how many unfulfilled
promises and untapped dreams lie dormant under my feet. I ponder the
many lives that fell short of God’s intended purpose.

Millions of men and women have died with their aspi­rations yet
unleashed, their dreams now forever trapped beneath the turf. If I
could mine the cemeteries in my neighborhood alone, I would be one of
the richest men on the place of the earth.

Will you add to the wealth of the graveyards?

I wonder—What are you carrying inside of you right now?

Too many in our families and churches die rich, with dreams clutched
tightly to their stilled hearts. Too many go to their graves with
their potential trapped inside. If we could harness the unused power
from one graveyard alone, we could change the world!

But, of course, we can’t. We can tap only the potential of the living.

“So long as breath remains in our lungs, untapped] potential lies
inside us, waiting to be released. The reason we are still alive is
that we are carrying something inside us that this generation needs.
That’s why we’re not yet in heaven.”

My motto in life is “Die empty!” I aim to give the graveyard nothing
but a vacant carcass of a used-up life. I want the words on my
tombstone to read “Empty!” Nothing left. No more gas.

Good to the Last Drop!”

” Extracted from “The Final Challenge” By Dr Wagne Cordeiro”