My Eulogy

I share very few things on Facebook even less on the other social media outlets. It’s not because I have a problem with them I just don’t feel like I have much to share. I am more of a consumer than contributor as far as that goes.

Almost a year ago I shared a post that someone had written about rules to teach your son. I shared it because a lot of it really hit home with me. There were rules such as “Never shake a man’s hand sitting down.” “When entrusted with a secret, keep it.” “Give credit; take the blame.”

There was one on that list that has stuck with me ever since. It has caused sleepless nights and quiet car rides for almost a year now. “Try writing your own eulogy. Never stop revising.” I have never spoken at a funeral, I never could. I don’t have the words plus it would be hard to talk through the tears. I have however wanted to at a number of them. What would I want said at my funeral?

I hope the life I have led would lead to many memories. Some stories about how much fun we had, laughing and joking. Maybe some people would remember me for my sense of humor, even though it is sometimes an acquired taste. There would undoubtedly be stories about how much I’ve cried, for a big guy I sure am a crybaby. I have held people when they’ve cried and thankfully I’ve had people willing to do the same for me. If I had my wish there would be stories of how much I loved people sometimes to a fault. The way I have loved even when it was foolish and completely one sided.

What if God was writing my eulogy, what would he say? Brad tried hard, but fell short. Brad forgave everyone, except himself. Brad loved people, just not Brad. Brad didn’t tell people about me the way he should. Brad spent way too long, way too far away from me.

While everyone of those are accurate I think God would say “Brad is my child, he is loved, he is forgiven, he is chosen, he is free!” He feels that way about all of us. Paul said in Ephesians 1:4 Even before he made the world, God loved us and he chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in his eyes.

I understand that someone will write my eulogy when I go. When it’s written I hope that they tell of how I have helped, how I have brought smiles, and most of all how I’ve loved. When my time on this earth is done don’t fret for me, for I will be in my Father’s house.

I love you.