Today I spoke at the funeral of a long-time friend. It’s been a long, hard, sad, good day.
Hard because I will miss him. Hard because I feel so bad for his wife and daughters who must now figure out how to do life without him. Hard because I always feel bullied by my own mortality when I bury a friend.
Good because I know he is not suffering anymore. Good because I know he was a faithful follower of Christ – he is very much alive in heaven right now. Good because I like to speak at friend’s funerals – it allows me to serve the family and honor our friendship.
Good for one more reason. Funerals of friends remind me that my days are numbered as well. It might be tonight – it might be 50 years from now – but eventually I am going to draw my last breath and exit this world.
Solomon phrased it this way:
It is better to go to a house of mourning
than to go to a house of feasting,
for death is the destiny of every man;
the living should take this to heart. Ecclesiastes 7:2
Gut check time:
Am I living my life with no regrets?
Am I seeking first the kingdom of God?
Am I loving my wife and children the way I should?
Am I convinced that people need to hear the gospel so that they too can face death unafraid?
My friend Ed was one of the good guys. He lived well. He died well. I desperately want to do the same. I needed that reminder.