The difference between living death and living life!
This past weekend I got to attend the funeral of a wonderful man! I say I GOT to attend becasue that was how it seemed. It was a priviledge to be there to see him off to Glory. Max lived his life with the sole purpose of leading others to Christ. He didn’t stand on corners and preach, he didn’t coerce you into believing what he said, he simply lived life, and that life convinced so many people that they wanted the same Jesus in their life that Max had.
There were many tears, sadness for ourselvs that Max won’t be there to greet us when we come in the church sanctuary, that he won’t be there to give the advice that he was so excellent at dispensing, only when asked. But there were just as many laughs, remembering the fun things that Max did, or looking at pictures of him dressed as a pirate, a clown, or raggedy Andy, I think all to please his lovely wife Bea!
We went to the graveside service, there were tears, we all know we are going to miss him terribly, but when I was walking to my car, I was listening to the people still gathered near the grave. They were laughing, chatting, talking, it sounded like a family reunion instead of a funeral.
That’s how I want it to be when I die. I want people to be happy. I want them to miss me, but man I want them to know that I’m in heaven and that they don’t have to be afraid.
Max, I’ll miss you! I really will, but I also know you will be there when we walk through those gates!
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