Well Done
I’ve attended many funerals in my time. I’ve always felt funerals were traditional, ridiculously absurd events. People whom haven’t seen the deceased in who knows how long, half the people attending, the deceased didn’t even like. Eulogies by people who didn’t really know the person. A day or more gathered around sad and crying and often times circus like. All for the sake of “honoring you and paying their last respects.” 🙄 I believe If you don’t make time for me while I'm here, don’t bother making time to attend my funeral.
I’ve always told my family I don’t want a funeral. I don’t want people gathered around in an all day event sad and crying. And I sure don’t want people there who feel now is the time to make amends. Even in death I’m an unsocial grinch and don’t want people around. 😂
Today I attended the funeral of my pastor from my teens and young adult life. He married my husband and I. The sanctuary was filled with people truly paying their respects. I watched while his favorite songs were sung. Many in the choir his grandchildren. Listened while his son, my boss, gave an emotional and touching eulogy. He was an outstanding honorable man. He faithfully followed what God had asked of him and left a remarkable legacy. Touching a multitude of lives. Past, present and no doubt, future. He walked what he talked. Integrity.
What will people say at your funeral? Will it be filled with people who truly honor and respect you or people who “pay their last respects.” What kind of legacy, if any, will you leave? Will your life be worth talking about? Most importantly where will you spend eternity?
I sat there thinking how maybe funerals weren’t so absurd after all. Don’t get me wrong plenty are. But this wasn’t one. This made me think of the kind of person I want to be. Honorable. A true honest friend when someone needed one.
Someone who truly walks what they talk. Someone who faithfully goes where God calls them. Up to the very end.
Matthew 25:23. Words I long to hear when my time has come and I’m standing in front of my Lord and Savior. “Well done, good and faithful servant. Well done”
I’ve always told my family I don’t want a funeral. I don’t want people gathered around in an all day event sad and crying. And I sure don’t want people there who feel now is the time to make amends. Even in death I’m an unsocial grinch and don’t want people around. 😂
Today I attended the funeral of my pastor from my teens and young adult life. He married my husband and I. The sanctuary was filled with people truly paying their respects. I watched while his favorite songs were sung. Many in the choir his grandchildren. Listened while his son, my boss, gave an emotional and touching eulogy. He was an outstanding honorable man. He faithfully followed what God had asked of him and left a remarkable legacy. Touching a multitude of lives. Past, present and no doubt, future. He walked what he talked. Integrity.
What will people say at your funeral? Will it be filled with people who truly honor and respect you or people who “pay their last respects.” What kind of legacy, if any, will you leave? Will your life be worth talking about? Most importantly where will you spend eternity?
I sat there thinking how maybe funerals weren’t so absurd after all. Don’t get me wrong plenty are. But this wasn’t one. This made me think of the kind of person I want to be. Honorable. A true honest friend when someone needed one.
Someone who truly walks what they talk. Someone who faithfully goes where God calls them. Up to the very end.
Matthew 25:23. Words I long to hear when my time has come and I’m standing in front of my Lord and Savior. “Well done, good and faithful servant. Well done”
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