I attended a funeral this morning for a former co-worker. He was 49 years old. Though it had been years since I’d seen him, I wanted to go pay my respects to his family. Reggie was a man of few words and did his job with a smile and I’ll always remember his gentle spirit. He was a faithful servant, both to God and his family. After he’d recovered from his stroke in 1999, he often visited and he always had pictures of his little girl – he was a proud Papa!
Though a somber occasion, people gave their remembrances about this man of God. He loved to serve. He made sure his wife and children knew they were loved. In fact, his wife gave the eulogy. After all, she knew him best.
I haven’t been to a funeral since 2003. Most funerals I’ve been to have been not been this joyful. People know where Reggie is now, and the life he lived and the legacy he left behind are a reason to celebrate.
On the way home I was thinking about celebrations of life versus the memorial of death. Yes, grieving needs to happen, we need to mourn, but gathering together to celebrate a life seems much more healing to me.
How do we live a life that will bring celebration? Living a life that pleases God is a place to start. Be the best you that you can be – and live life joyfully. Follow your dreams and live an extraordinary life that has the watermark of God on it and you will leave behind a legacy worth celebrating.
It’s not easy, but it is possible. Anything is possible with God. I need to remember that, and remember those who lived it.