INFJ Diary

Will there be many people at my funeral?

Oh, I’m not gonna die yet, as far as I know. And I’m not suffering from an incurable illness in case you wonder.

So now you might be thinking that it’s odd of me to ask this question. I maybe weird, but in truth, I’ve pondered about this. Not just once, but several times.

It actually started nine years ago when I read the 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Steven Covey. And one of the habits that the author advised is to begin with the end in mind.

If you’ve read the book you could recall how that chapter started. It began with the author guiding the reader through an imagery. The reader was then asked to imagine the people who will attend his funeral and what would they say in his eulogy.

If you’re the reader, you may ask yourself: Will your spouse tell you how loving a partner you are? Will your children tell you how affectionate a mother you are? Will your church tell you how generous a person you are?

Well that got really me thinking. But then as I think about it, beginning with the end in mind is effective when you’re creating a project, preparing a performance or planning your dreams. Talk about the effectiveness of visual imagery and law of attraction.

But will the technique of imagining what will people say in your eulogy be a good way to encourage you to live your best life? It’s like trying to live your life through the eyes of others. In my opinion, that technique will just make me image-conscious. And no, this isn’t going to work for me.

If only a few people come to my funeral, so what? If no ones gives a tear-jerking eulogy, who cares? Well, honestly I did care about it as I was influenced by this technique, but not anymore.

It was humbling to learn about St. John of the Cross, a great father of the Church, who chose to die in a place where no one knew him. He has lived a faithful and productive life.

And what about Jesus Christ? We all know all the miracles, the teachings, the healings He did. He has loved and helped greatly. But despite all that, He died grieved by few and mocked by many.

So I concluded to myself that it doesn’t matter how many people and what eulogies would be there in my funeral, what matters is that I live faithfully like St John of the Cross; and I live lovingly and generously like Jesus Christ, my Lord.

We were all put here for a certain purpose, with certain duties, skills, and talents. In the eyes of God we are all equal. So a renowned preacher is not better than a humble provincial farmer. A celebrated minister is no better than a quiet horse trainer.

So that said, I’m gonna live my life through the eyes of God and not through the eyes of men.

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