Death at a Funeral

I thought about the unthinkable today. I have done this many times in the past few years, especially these last two. I was just driving back to Athens. Minding my own business. Wondering what it would be like if I died. Yes. Morbid. I know. But there comes a time for everything. Look it up. It's in the Bible. Ecclesiastes, Chapter 3 if you cared. (I hope someone just got that reference...)

I don't wish I was dead.

On the contrary.

I am quite thankful to be alive.

But what if I did die.

What if I left this earth without so much as a goodbye.

I mean just think of how Enoch and Elijah felt.

They were just swept up to Heaven.

They didn't even have to die.

They were just gone.

And then I began to think.....

Of all the 19 years I have lived, I have come in contact with many, many people.

Had I touched these people in some way?

Would they remember me?

Would they be able to put the name with the face?

What about my closer family and friends?

How would they feel?

How long would they mourn?

Would there be a lot of people at my funeral?

AHHhhhhhh.

Thoughts just began to bombard my brain as I drew up a long and elaborate web of my life.

It included many of the close friends I have had over the years and my family,

but what about all those "other" people.

The people I said "hello" to at the grocery store.

The acquaintances I had in high school.

The boy I had a crush on in 8th grade.

Would any of them even remember me?

Granted, none of them will probably attend my funeral.

Niche.

Especially not the boy I had a crush on in 8th grade.

No one knew of our secret love except me.

And I will gladly take this secret to the grave.

But despite that fact,

would they have remembered me as a joyful person?

Would they have remembered me as a quite person?

A mean person?

A nerdy person?

A loud person?

A funny person?

A LOVING person?

How will I be remembered?

Who. have. I. touched?

Is it just those who know me well-enough to know the deeper part of me?

Have I touched only them?

Or have I touched that little boy who is crying.

(That sounded really dirty but I didn't mean it to be. Ok back to being serious...)

Have I touched the man on the side of the road who can't find the bus stop.

Have I touched the girl who sits alone in my religion class.

Have I touched the jock who appears to have it all together but really has too many insecurities.

Have I touched the wise kid who thinks he will never know enough.

Have I touched the old lady who can't find her way back to her car.

Have I touched the bagger at the grocery store.

Have I touched the girl sitting next to me on the bus or the boy waiting in line at the Subway.

Have I touched the hands and feet of Jesus and had enough faith to touch others with His love?

Don't be dead at your funeral.

"Let your light shine so that others may see your good works and glorify your Father in Heaven."

Let your light shine and you will not be dead at your funeral.

You couldn't possibly be.

Because it was never your light shining anyways.

It was Jesus.

Forever His,

Rachel