The Best Obituary

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Asa began to reign over Judah, and he reigned forty-one years in Jerusalem. His mother’s name was Maacah the daughter of Abishalom. And Asa did what was right in the eyes of the Lord, as David his father had done. He put away the male cult prostitutes out of the land and removed all the idols that his fathers had made. He also removed Maacah his mother from being queen mother because she had made an abominable image for Asherah. And Asa cut down her image and burned it at the brook Kidron. But the high places were not taken away. Nevertheless, the heart of Asa was wholly true to the Lord all his days. And he brought into the house of the Lord the sacred gifts of his father and his own sacred gifts, silver, and gold, and vessels…

Now the rest of all the acts of Asa, all his might, and all that he did, and the cities that he built, are they not written in the Book of the Chronicles of the Kings of Judah? But in his old age he was diseased in his feet. And Asa slept with his fathers and was buried with his fathers in the city of David his father, and Jehoshaphat his son reigned in his place.

I can’t control what people will think of me after I’m gone. And neither can you. We can’t control, and have even less influence than we think on, what their opinions of us are now.

The sliver of control we do have in the present, the little wedge of influence that we can leverage, is really this: Who is our heart with? Who is it after, pursuing, and in love with?

Asa was called a good king by God in His Book because he didn’t care about respecting his dead, wicked father’s and grandfather’s legacies. And he didn’t care about being popular with the people who loved lust more than God.

Asa wouldn’t have had much use for a PR firm, or for a campaign to get to 1,000,000 Twitter followers.

He just wanted what God wanted. And He just wanted God.

I needed a measure of peace, right now, blatant example of mediocrity that I am. And do you know where I got it?

God is the controller of legacies, the arbiter of destinies, and the Author of the only real story. And I entrust myself to Him.

We don’t have a ton on Asa. God didn’t see fit to write a biography on him. He was human and frail and imperfect and ended up having foot problems. King for a short while, he was a normal human who slid into eternity like we all will.

But his life was good, was well lived, and God tells me so.

And so: All of us average Joes and Janes, unremarkable and without well-financed biographers, can know something: If our hearts are with God, we have lived lives worth living. Lives that matter.

And lives that will never, ever cease.

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