There is an old adage which says, Live in such a way so that the preacher doesn’t need to lie at your funeral! I remember reading “Mary’s” obituary in the paper a number of years ago. Had I not known her, I might have thought as I read, Hmmmmm, very good! Very impressive! I’ll bet she was a fun person to know! But the fact was, I knew “Mary,” and remembered how difficult and demanding she was to deal with. I remembered how she bulldozed her way through life, selfcentered and obnoxious, not caring whom she hurt in the process.
As her banker, I remembered how obsessed “Mary” had been with her money, and recalled that no matter how hard I tried to please her, it still wasn’t right! I remembered that when she got along in years and could no longer come to the bank , how I’d go out to her house to handle some transactions for her. And I remembered the terrible stench in her house – a combination of dogs and garbage and body odor.
Hebrews 9:27 indicates that death comes to all of us, and “Mary” was no exception. We had had a spell of extremely hot, humid weather, with temperatures over 100 degrees for a week or more. “Mary,” who was sitting on hundreds of thousands of dollars, was too tightfisted to even purchase a fen, much less an airconditioner. There she sat in her house, all the doors and windows locked, and enduring a terrible stench amidst unbearable heat. “Mary” simply died of asphyxiation, and the police needed to force their way into her house.
The obituary carried absolutely none of the details related to “Mary’s” death. As her banker, I knew the facts because I periodically checked in on her, but the public wasn’t aware of the way she lived or how she died. I wondered as I read “Mary’s” obituary: Had I been called upon to conduct her funeral service, what would I have said? Each of us should live in such a way that we have a right standing before God, but also, we need to earn a good reputation before others. Proverbs 22:1 admonishes us in that “A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches.
What will the minister say at your funeral? Will he be able to tell the truth, or will he need to tiptoe around who you really were? Allow “Mary” to serve as a grim reminder that it’s not how long you live, but how you live that really counts.
May/June 1991