WARNING: This blog is morbid and totally out of character for me. For those of you who read the first paragraph and decide whether to continue, I’m starting right where my thoughts begin. As I was flipping the channels I came across one of the “Housewives” shows and decided to linger awhile. A couple was talking with a counselor about saving their marriage, and I found it to be quite interesting. During the session the counselor asked each spouse to write their own eulogy and have the other person read it. Not only did they have to read it, but the opposite spouse had to lie on the floor as though they were dead while the other one read their eulogy. There was even a fake headstone with the writing, “Here lies …” Although I would never consider writing my own eulogy, I have given serious thought to writing the program for my home going service. And this week I thought about it more than I have in the past.
As I watched a video that was posted on Facebook this week about detoxing your body, I was moved by the additional statements about toxic relationships and prioritizing the people in your life. Then there was the horrible massacre at the church in Charleston, SC, where I live, and three days later I just happened to flip to this program where a husband and wife pretended to be dead, while the other read their eulogy. The combination of these events in one week just took me to a place of heaviness that I didn’t know I had until I walked into my church service on Sunday morning. I’m beginning to take a serious evaluation of what really matters in the end.