Once I was talking to a friend in the church parking lot, and she informed me she wasn’t going to the funeral of one of our friends. Funerals are so dark and sad, she said.
I was shocked. Dark and sad?
I’m probably a weirdo, but there’s a funeral of a friend in a few hours, and I’m looking forward to going.
This lady loved Jesus and knew she was dying soon. She told my pastor husband she wanted the graveside service first and the party at the church second.
The party at the church. That’s how she described her own funeral service.
So here’s why I love a good funeral of someone who loved Jesus:
1. There’s usually free food afterward. (I do have a shallow side.)
2. It’s a woo-hoo-you-did-it celebration. Life is hard, and someone who gets to the end deserves a cheer.
3. All of the person’s weak, failing moments get swept away, and everyone pulls up all the reasons why they love this person. And the grace of that moment is encouraging. Maybe someday people will forget about the dumb, hurtful stuff I did and will just sift out the good stuff.
4. Oh yeah, we don’t live forever. Sometimes I forget life is a mist and need a reminder not to worry so much about earth stuff.
5. I feel challenged, all the way down to my bone marrow, to live a good-epitaph life.
6. I remember that Jesus and love are everything. Once in the casket nothing else matters.
“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 NIV)
At your funeral, what do you hope people say about you?