A Reflection....

On death, and life, really.

Yesterday we attended the funeral of a loyal servant of our Lord, and several things touched my heart.

First, I was filled with rejoicing for him, and not sadness. He is at rest. In fact, I was slightly jealous, not because I wish to leave this earth so soon, but because I am so looking forward to going Home.

Second, I couldn't help but think about the fact that in all likelihood, yesterday was the only time a parade was held for humble man.  With police escorts, he was carried in honor through the streets, unknowing that hundreds of people paused in respect.

Third, I was touched by the quiet place where his body will lay, empty shell that it is, surrounded by others sleeping, too.  It was incredibly peaceful, even though surrounded by a forest that would normally be noisy with activity.  Do the animals sense the solemnity of the place?  I could not help but feel consolation looking about at the silent, flower-laden graves of those gone on before.

And so my conclusion is thus:

I must make certain to live so that my soul will be prepared, my parade will be lengthy, my grave will be peaceful, and my family will feel joy, knowing I have reached my goal.