Yesterday morning at church, we talked about the choice to be intimate with or distant from Christ. As part of the sermon, the pastor asked about a particular song that we would want played at our funerals — something that is meaningful to our faith/life. I chose Midnight Cry by Clay Crosse. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to sing that song without tears coming to my eyes. Tears of joy, tears of anticipation, tears of longing …

Last night, I played the song for Nos. 1 & 2 as we stayed up to chat & read together after the younger three went to bed, as is our custom. I told them that although I hope to live a nice, long life, I wanted to let them know now that I definitely want that song played at my funeral, because I want my funeral to be a celebration of my life and of the faith & joy that we share in Christ.

That led to talking about our favorite verses, which brings me to today’s topic. I usually write a poem for Mondays, but today, I thought I would share the three verses that we identified as favorites.

No. 2’s favorite verse is John 3:16, since it is the first verse he ever memorized.

Mine is Psalm 45:11, because it reminds me that God’s opinion is ultimately the only one that matters.

No. 1’s favorite was Genesis 1:3, the day that God created light. He added that since God created light that day, then it must have also been the day that he created color. Color is simply light, is it not? I was astounded by his insight. What a beautiful reflection of the creation story. Schooled by my 12yo … wow.