Recently I went to a funeral for a 38 year sister to a friend of our family. When I awoke that morning it was cold and rainy. I wondered about the turn out. I thought the weather would keep people from attending. I decided to go early to the church to see if I could help my friend and their family set up or just to be there for support. When I pulled up to the church an hour before the service, the parking lot was surprisingly no where near empty. I went inside, shook off my umbrella and took of my coat. I went and placed my things in the area that I would like to sit and off I went to see where I could be of service. As I helped the family prepare a memory table, I marveled at the things the family had selected to represent her life. This was not a woman who lived a small life – this was a woman who lived life large.
As the rain continued to fall, more and more people were lining up inside the church to sign the guest book and to find their seats. Time continued and the line went out the door. More time passed, the line began to wrap around outside. The sanctuary filled, people began standing on the sides of the room. Chairs were brought into the foyer and set up. They too filled and yet I could not see the end of the line. People began to stand in the foyer along the walls. The front doors were opened, two tents were set up in front of those doors. Chairs were set up there too and they were filled and yet the line continued.
As the pastor began the service, he introduced family members who wanted to share her life with us. One by one they took the microphone and invited us into the life of their loved one. They shared how that one person effected their life in a big way. Statements were made like, “She always had a big smile on her face” “She never met a stranger” “She would sit and really listen to me for as long as I wanted to talk” “She never wanted attention or recognition, but she always wanted to help.” “She always had time for me” “She would pitch in where ever there was a need” “She was my friend” “My life is better for having her in it” “She will be missed”
The pastor wrapped up his message and invited the audience to share their stories. One by one people raised their hands and again the stories and moments that she took to bless those around her were repeated over and over again. A slide show was presented and we saw how the comments people had shared were brought to life through the memories captured on film. We saw pictures of her serving. We saw pictures of her loving. We saw that beautiful smile in every single picture. The service ended and yet people didn’t leave. They continued to stay and share how this woman, who had lived a large life, brought value to their lives because every single person in that room had been effected by this woman. There was not a single person in that room whom was not touched in some way by her. All had come to celebrate the difference she had made in their lives.
As I drove home I was convicted about my life. What would people say about me at my funeral? As I pondered that I had to ask myself, “What would I want said about me at my funeral?” As I dissected the things that could be said versus what I hoped would be said, I realized that I could have the things I would like to be said, a reality. All I had to do was change the areas that needed to be changed to give me those results.
You see, my future, your future hasn’t been written yet. We still have control of what will be said at our funeral. We just need to change, to add, or to continue the habits and behaviors to give us those results. Its in our hands. Its up to us. Why? Because it’s your funeral and the words haven’t been written yet.