MY FUNERAL VISITATION
Today's reading: 2 Chronicles 21-24

"Jehoram was thirty-two years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem eight years. No one was sorry when he died. He was buried in the City of David, but not in the royal cemetary." 2 Chronicles 21:20 NLT

Reading Jehoram's biography, one finds he was not a nice man. But honestly, to have it written about you, in the Bible no less, that 'No one was sorry when he died.'

Good grief. What a thought.

I'm sure someone was grieving his death. Wouldn't you think?

Oh sure, the servants he bossed around probably celebrated his passing, literally celebrated. His enemies I'm sure were relieved to receive the news of his death. His mother? His father? Brothers or sisters? Grandparents? Did no one survive that would have mourned his passing from life?

I'll be the first to admit, when I read this passage my mind immediately went to the unlovely folks in my life: the customers who I cringe upon seeing, the family members that rub me the wrong way, the neighbors that are constantly pushing the limits on my neighborly manners.

Will there be tissues passed around at my funeral visitation--or confetti? Will anyone mention what a good person I was--or will the catch phrase of the day be 'Good riddance to bad rubbish'?

This single verse has certainly made me think about the limited time offer I have on this life. What am I doing to make the most of what He's providing? Who can I reach before my number of days are used up?

And you? What's it do to your heart and mind?