My Funeral

I was thinking about friends of ours who are really struggling with the imminent passing of a loved one. Then, selfishly, I began thinking about my own life, my legacy, and in practical terms, my funeral. What would I want to be proclaimed at my death, what do I want people to know, to hear when they come to the service.

I suppose these thoughts are augmented by the fact that I am listening to “It is Well with My Soul” right now as I type. I may have posted this as one of my favorite hymns in the past, I present it again for you to read, it is beautiful. This is one hymn I want sung at my funeral:

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

What joyful, good news, this is the gospel of Christ. “Christ has regarded my helpless estate and hath shed his own blood for my soul.”

What love. What grace.

~ by Nate on January 18, 2008.