Every June, we attend a reunion at an old family cemetery. This year--this Sunday in fact--I plan to take a walk through the gravestones and remember my friend Courtney's post on cemeteries. I do long for another season of discipline.
On a related note, I've often discussed how cemeteries used to be planted around churches for a specific purpose. Every time you went to worship, you would be reminded of the eventuality of death, the communion of the saints, and the hope and glory of the resurrection, all in the short walk to the church steps. That's almost a gospel proclamation in itself!