Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name.
Nobody came. Some of the saddest and loneliest lyrics ever written.
I was reading this morning of Jehoram, king of Judah, son of the godly king Jehoshaphat. This is how the NIV records his death:
“He passed away, to no one’s regret….” (2 Chronicles 21:20)
That’s pretty lonely, too. How sad would it be to have that on your tombstone?
Far better it would be to have Paul’s words from Galatians etched, if not on stone, at least in people’s hearts:
“They glorified God because of me.” (Galatians 1:24)
But such reflections, as valuable as they are for considering our lives and the impact they have on others, can distract us from what really matters. As long as I know that I have the favor of God, the opinions of people should matter little. What matters, really, is God’s “well done“.
But even more reassuring than that is the knowledge that in Christ I am loved and accepted, even when my heart and works are far from where they should be.