On the Edge of Mortality

I just finished conducting a funeral for a man I didn't know. Fortunately, I did spend some time with the family and called a friend to find out all I could about this man. What I found was that he was an amazing servant. He was always fixing something or someone. At 53, this man was far too young to be entering into eternal life.

Between the service and the grave site prayer, I was talking to a friend who brought up a profound truth. He said, you know these are good for all of us. He went on to say that it makes us realize our own mortality and even gets us thinking about our funerals. What will people say when we die? Is anyone going to show up? Does anyone really care? Does my life matter? If I wasn't here would anyone notice?

In a way funerals inspire us or at least nudges us toward living in the way in which we want to be remembered. Too often I get caught up just trying to get my to-dos under control. That is when I actually write them out. But back to my point...am I living my life in the way that I make a difference in this world and in the manner I want others to remember me by. Because the day will come when you and I will both be pushing daisies.

I am happy to say we had a huge crowd. This man, Jack, was loved and his life affected many, many people. His life left a legacy that his three boys will try to emulate and remember forever. He was and is loved. He will be missed.

Good-bye, Jack.