Yesterday was the funeral of a friend, who died suddenly about a week ago. His death reminded me of the frailty of life. The Bible tells me that my life is like a vapor; a whiff. The older I become, the more funerals of friends and family I attend. For some, I thank God that they knew Him as their Savior, but for others I wondered whether they knew the Lord at all. After the death of someone, people usually have the nicest things to say about that person. Sometimes I wonder whether we knew two different people! Death does seem so final, doesn’t it?
Sometimes I wonder what people will think about me, when I die. What will people say about me? What is my legacy? What will my footprints in the sand say about me? Was I kind enough? Did I use my lips to speak words of encouragement or slander others? Did I build up or tear down others? What will my family say; those I am closest to? Will people say, “She loved the Lord?” Or will they wonder?
Maybe I should remember I have to stand before the Holy and Just God. Maybe I should know that my works will be tried by fire. Maybe I should recall that I was created to bring Him glory. Maybe I should comprehend that I was saved by the Righteous God and was called to serve others with all humility.
Maybe then I will understand that time is not my friend; that my time here is limited. Maybe then I will live a life worthy of the Sacrifice that was paid for my sin. Maybe then I will choose to obey His Word; to do things His way.