Our past three years have started with a funeral.
In January 2009, a young man from our church died from traumatic injuries suffered from a horrific car accident. We had the honor to play prelude music for his funeral. In January 2010, a older member from our church passed away unexpectedly. The summer before she had requested my brother Ben to sing for her funeral, because she loved his "deep, rich bass voice" and it gave her goosebumps. And, this morning we attended the funeral of a church member's sister. Such solemn reminders as we have begun each new year.
As I watched the funeral home workers roll the coffin down the aisle this morning, I couldn't help but think, "What will my funeral look like?" Glancing at the small crowd of mourners, I wondered, "Who will be at my funeral?" Listening to the sermon, I pondered, "What would be said of me?"