My work day today began with a funeral. It was for a man both well-loved, and well-respected in our community. Numerous nice things were said of him, photos and memories were shared. Though I didn’t know him well, it was touching.
Of all that was said, the one thing which stood head and shoulders above the rest was the statement that “death comes for us all.” We can’t bargain with it, cheat it, get out of it.
We don’t know when it’s coming. Only that it is.
Which was why, while I was supposed to be there memorializing the deceased, I thought of me. When my time comes, will people remember me fondly? Will I be likewise known as a man who loved well, and gave his all?
Will you? Will you be remembered as a man, or woman, who loved, who worked, who invested your life in others? We don’t know the number of our days, how long, or short, our lives will be. What matters–the only thing that matters–is what we do with what we’ve got.
Of the man who passed on, it was said that rather than being someone who found fault, he was a man of “remedies.”
This reminds me of greater man, One Who once walked the sands of Israel. Who said to the woman caught in adultery, “Go, and sin no more.” He was not just a man of remedies, solving the problems (as necessary as that is) which crossed his desk, but rather He Himself was the remedy for our sin-sick hearts.
How can we, by how we live, go and do likewise? No matter our vocation, we are each of us called to be His hands and feet.
I leave you with the words of an old hymn of the church:
“Only one life, twill soon be past. Only what’s done for Christ will last.”