A third-grader was asked to write an essay on the subject of the human body. He submitted this masterpiece:

“Your head is kind of round and hard, and your brains are in it and your hair is on it. Your face is in front of your head where you eat and make faces. . . . Your stummick is something that if you don’t eat often enough it hurts, and spinach don’t help none. . . . Your arms you got to have to throw a ball with and so you can reach the butter.

“Your fingers stick out of your hands so you can throw a curve and add up rithmatick. Your legs is what if you don’t have two of, you can’t run fast. Your feet are what you run on, and your toes are what always get stubbed. And that’s all there is of you, except what’s inside, and I never saw that.”

In a different sense, the rich farmer in Luke 12 also was unable to see “what’s inside.” He thought he had “the good life.” He was dead wrong. What we put in barns or closets or garages do nothing for the soul.

Does it take a grim funeral scene to demonstrate that “the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal”? (2 Cor. 4:18). Only a fool ignores “what’s inside.”