I kept on staring at a white cottony coffin. Decorated with a variety of flowers in different colours. Suddenly, I was faced with a fact that I have never thought of preparing my own funeral. Now, I am seeing myself in my mind browsing over the web differrnt kinds of coffin. The right colour, texture and design. A total comfort for me and the eyes of the people around.
But as the pastor ministered the Word. I was brought back to the realization of the true comfort that I should think of. My real home, not my decaying body, but my soul's future residence. My coffin could be the best in the world. It may be flowered expensively and elaborately but if my soul is unsure of where it would be, then would it be meaningless then?
The greatest thing that could happen in my funeral day should be seeing myself in the arms of my creator. As Jesus weepingly excited as He widely opening His home for me. My new home- in His loving arms.
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