What would you say if you could write only one letter that could bring, hope and comfort to your family in the event of your early death or ‘regular’ passing? I mean, what would you really say beyond the platitudes common at times of death? The funeral is about the deceased or it is about the family—sometimes both for those special people who touched all of profoundly and who’s faith was evident.
But, what would summarize, instruct, and transcend your temporal life here on planet Earth if you were suddenly absent? What of you goes forward?
If you are like me, I didn’t have much say about being born—I was just here. Like you, I have struggled; loved, been loved and watched others come and go from my life. So, how about a say at the end?
Then, of course, comes the problem, “What to say?”
I might talk about the mystery of life and that no matter what, it’s worth it. We all have our own challenges, our demons, that poke-fun at our feeble attempts at right living. We cannot know everything, and that is hard for the venturous human of exploration.
Being ‘okay’ with not being God and omniscient is not all bad—ignorance can be bliss. Who would want God’s job anyway? Still, we’re wired this way. Maybe, God does give us every answer we ever ask, but we’ll not know this until Heaven.
Next, I might talk or write about those personal failures—the times when my conduct violated my conscience. There is something healing about confession, just ask the Catholics. Telling the whole story avoids the temptation to characterize your life as pseudo-divine. I especially appreciate reading autobiographies where the author exposes his/her humanity. Honesty, even if deferred, it levels the balance of justice and mercy.
I guess if I had one thought, my final voice in the wilderness of voices would say, “Forgive each other”. The character and nature of God is perhaps best realized by his benevolent demeanor. If we are to be like him, grace must be a part of our language and reaction to one another. Think about it; it cannot be untrue.
Maybe the question of my life is not nearly as important to you as, “What about me?” “What about my life?” Yes, what of you will you leave to posterity? How will your time here be remembered? Will you be a footnote or a person to be remembered?
It’s time to mature. Whatever your age, plan now for your exit.
For me, life is mysterious, it works best in truth, and it shows grace.
And you? Last thought?
Kent Simmons is the pastor of Canyon Community Church in Kingman, AZ.
