I haven't been to an over-abundance of funerals in my life, but I've been to enough to notice a few things.
Each time I'm at a memorial service, as kind words are bravely spoken from the pulpit by loved ones, I always have one great hope as I manage the lump in my throat:
I hope this person heard these words before they passed. I pray they knew how beloved they were.
I picture the person being remembered sitting in a chair receiving the words. Eyes beaming. Tears streaming. But the problem is they aren't there to hear them and have it impact their life here on earth.
What if this wasn't the case?
What if our loved ones knew all the good things we thought of them when they were living?
Imagine how this would bless them. Imagine how beautiful our world would be if the good were praised and the criticisms hushed? Imagine the impact it could have it just one more person were encouraged and built up?
We hold back so much.
Maybe because we think if we tell our loved ones how much we appreciate the good in them, it will mean we accept the bad parts too? I get this.
I once heard Pastor Craig Groeschel say, "Never withold a blessing. If you think something nice about someone, say it."
I've been so challenged by this.
If we think something nice, we ought to say it. Is there anything more simple yet so impactful?
Who might benefit from hearing your offering of kindness? The hearer? The hearer's family? You just never know what kind of waves a single act of kindness can make.