Less than 10 days ago a guy sat in my office talking to me for about a half an hour. I blogged about it here. I mentioned in the blog what a great attitude he had. When he told me where he lived I had no idea I would need to know that in less than 10 days. His wife called me this morning and told me he died. I was able to go right to their home thanks to his instructions. He also helped me in the event that I speak at his funeral.
So what will the preacher say at your funeral? He was a rabid Redskins fan. She was in her glory when she was shopping. He never missed an episode of Survivor – He saw every one. She loved the beach. None of these are bad things.
I want the preacher to say I was a rabid Jesus follower. I want the preacher to say I lived my faith. I want the preacher to say I was the hands and feet of Jesus the last half of my life. If he or she throws in that I was a Mountaineer fan and I went to the 1988 Fiesta Bowl and the 1993 Sugar Bowl that’s OK, but that’s not the most important thing. As a matter of fact, I hope that I am able to do so much in Jesus’ Name that being a Mountaineer fan is too far down on the list of things to mention.
It’s the old saying, “Live your life in such a way that the preacher won’t have to lie at your funeral.”