I thought about my life, what I have accomplished or not accomplished. I thought about what people might say about me. I thought about how limited my time might be to make a difference. I decided I had better get busy before it is too late.
Will I really be any different? Maybe...maybe not. In those moments we vow to change, but as time marches on, that feeling so often fades and we return to what was. But I am thankful for that moment and what it taught me and that I can refer back to it for renewed passion. Because I do want something more...I want my life to be well lived.
The beauty of this funeral was that the man did not die without hope. He may be gone from this life, but he is alive and well. Actually, he is better than ever. You see, he spent the last three years of his life here being eaten up by cancer. Though outwardly he was wasting away, yet inwardly he was being renewed day by day. He was looking forward to the blessed hope, continuing to run the race, straining to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of him. And today he is enjoying the prize!
His life, though only 62 years, was a life well lived. Not perfect, but purposeful. He loved, encouraged and prayed. He had a deep and personal relationship with God that flowed out to others. He knew the truth that his light and momentary troubles were achieving for him a glory that far outweighs them all. Thank you Steve, for a life well lived.
