Tuesday, July 12, 2011
I was just alerted to the third death of someone close to me - in 3 weeks.
This weekend I will attend the 3rd funeral in 3 weeks.
Yes, my husband is a funeral director. Yes, death is a part of our life every day, all the time.
But it has never been so close.
Each of these people valiently battled cancer. Each of them lived a good life. Each of them needed more time.
I have the time. I have the minutes, the days, the moments to make them count.
I have the strength and the clarity of mind to make them matter.
Perhaps this is God's way of offering a very stern, loud, agonizing wake-up call that I need to keep my commitment to my health and wellbeing. Maybe he's telling me that life matters and that he has given us a gift and we shouldn't squander it by polluting ourselves and wasting our time on stupid, mundane stuff.
Funeral Lesson 1/3 taught us that our bodies were merely tents while we lived on earth. We know tents are temporary, vulnerable and the better care we take of them, the longer they last.
As I listened to funeral message 2/3 on Saturday, it struck me that I have a choice in how I live out this life and I can do it in a body that is out-of-shape, too heavy and filled with junk. Or, I can do it in a way that enables me to take advantage of every opportunity and see every moment with a clear view.
Funeral message 3/3 will, I predict, confirm that life is too short, especially for someone who passes when they are not even 40 - as it did this morning. Message 3/3 will hit it home.
Make it count people - you have the time. You have the opportunity. It's not over for you - or me.