Yesterday, I was at a funeral for Ben’s great aunt, and I couldn’t help it when my mind drifted to “I wonder what my funeral will be like.”
I started thinking that I want it to be a celebration, not a sad event. I want it to be happy and colorful and joyful, and then three words popped into my mind: All About Jesus.
I want my funeral to be all about Jesus in every possible way. I want Jesus to be listed as my first love and what I lived my life for. I want people to say that I introduced them to Jesus, or I helped point them to Jesus. I want them to say that I reflected Jesus in my words and actions. I want the Gospel to be the main focus of the day. I want the love and grace of Jesus to be so evident that there is no denying it. I want the music, the words that are spoken, everything to be all about Jesus.
Then the next thought to hit my mind was: Why am I waiting for my funeral to be all about Jesus? I want my LIFE to be all about Jesus!!
I want it obvious that Jesus is my first love and what I live my life for. I want to introduce people to Jesus and help point them to Jesus. I want my words and reactions to be reflections of Jesus in everything I do. I want the Gospel to be my main focus every day of my life. I want the love and grace of Jesus to be so evident that there is no denying it. I want the music that I listen to, the words that I hear and say, everything to be all about Jesus.
If I’m not living my life for Jesus, then what am I living my life for? It’s all about Jesus.
