Kharma's a .....Reality.

No, I didn't convert to Buddhism this week - but I have been thinking
a lot about kharma. For my fellow Christians -- lets call it reaping
and sowing. For the rest of you -- "what goes around, comes around". I
used to think of that only in the negative sense. I remember my mom
using the phrase when I would tell her about some wrong I suffered at
school. "Don't worry Miranda, what goes around comes around".

I see more dead people than the average person -- comes with the job.
I see families, I see friends --- trust me when I say, I see it ALL.
On one of our most recent death calls, what I noticed most was the look
on the face of the person who had passed. I had never met him before -
but I can tell you with positive certainty that he didn't have many
regrets in life. His family mourned the loss of a wonderful husband
and father. He loved and was loved. He lived an honorable life. And,
he most definitely saw the face of God as he entered the Kingdom of
Heaven.

What, you ask, does that have to do with kharma. A LOT. Do you think
the peace on his face came from a life of walking over other people,
of saying unkind things, of chosing what felt good rather than what
was right? Doubt it. Kharma lasts forever folks -- and I mean,
FOREVER. It's represented physically on the faces of those who go to
meet Jesus. On the hearts of the families who had the privledge of
loving and being loved by an amazing mom, dad, sibling. It's
represented eternally by where we spend our time after my van comes
and picks you up.

So, my friends - don't forget kharma. Don't forget the Golden Rule. It
has as much to do with death as it does with how you live your life.
Think about the family and friends you will leave behind --- did you
love them in the best way you could? Think about the homeless man on
the street --- do you really need that $5 in your purse? Yes, he might
by booze with it - but he might look at your kindness and see the face
of God -- for me, its worth the gamble.

My kharma blog got a little preachy -- but kindness, thoughtfulness
and gratitude is so lacking in this world that I felt the need to
climb my soap box, get as high as I could and send a message. When me
or another funeral director comes to pick you up -- what will they
see? A bickering family? A face full of torment and regret? Or an
outpouring of love for a life well lived and lived well. More
importantly, what will HE see when you leave this life to forever
dwell with Him?