I Can Imagine. How About You?
We started going to church about four years ago. I was looking for a church for my family and my cousin Cindi was so nice to go church shopping with us. After the first church of “blue-hairs” (Cindi’s words, not mine), I went with her to the church by her house and loved it. It was a change for us, and Lindsey cried every week except the one week a month that Cindi worked in the kindergarten. I knew we’d turned a corner when she cried because we didn’t go.
Shortly after, Cindi gave me a CD of Christian music and it had I Can Only Imagine. I’m embarrassed to say I think it was my first time to hear it. I explained to the girls what it’s about, and we had a great conversation about what we would do when we found ourselves in front of Jesus. I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you why it’s such a great song.
One day we were on our way home from church and we were listening to I Can Only Imagine and I said I wanted that song played at my funeral. (I know I’m not original) So here’s the exchange that followed:
Me: I want this to be my funeral song.
Shelby: Can I sing it?
Me: Won’t you be too sad to sing at my funeral?
Shelby: No, I don’t think so.
Kasey: Can I play the drums?
Lindsey: Can I play piano?
Me: This is my funeral, not American Idol. And now you guys have a band?
Then my dad died, and guess who had a video montage to I Can Only Imagine? I don’t have to guess because I made it, and I heard that song probably a hundred times. At first I had to turn it down and just watch the pictures go, but I’ll never forget sitting in an empty church with my sister as they played the full montage on the big screen. It was a “dress rehearsal” because we’d heard a horror story about someone’s slide show that didn’t play the music. Afterwards people came up and said it was the best memorial service ever, which made me wonder what the other ones were like. I’m sure if Sherri and I wanted to move to Arizona we could have gone into the funeral video-making business right there on the spot in Goodyear. Thanks, but no thanks.
My dad lived in Colorado for over 20 years so on his birthday we had another memorial service for him in Colorado. My girls were in Michigan with my mom when he passed, but they were able to go to the second service. They each got up and said something, it was both the sweetest and most heart-wrenching thing I’ve ever experienced. Lindsey broke down halfway through and started crying. Afterwards Shelby said she wasn’t singing at my funeral anymore. Kasey said, “I’ll do it.”, and Lindsey said, “Can I still play the piano?”. I love those kids.
When we hear it on the radio, I’ve finally gotten to where I don’t start crying on the first three notes, but Shelby turns it every time and Lindsey goes to another room when they sing it at Sunday school. We have the same problem with Chris Tomlin’s Amazing Grace. Yeah, we had two musical montages because we’re ambitious like that. We actually had three because we had a montage of pictures he took for when people came into the church and afterwards during the lunch. Don’t be a hater.
Here are the videos. The name and dates have been removed to prevent the identity theft. Also, my advice for you when planning your funeral is to make your montage before you go. It’s so much easier on your family.
It’s completely overwhelming for me to think about it, but can you imagine what you would do?