Funeral

Not that I'm a morbid type, but I was reflecting today on a passage in the bible that I'd quite like to be read at my funeral.

I love the contrast between the image of God's people kept at arm's distance when God appeared at Mt Sinai, with the situation now - that by Jesus' blood, people of all nations can be in God's presence in his Kingdom. It's from Hebrews 12.

You have not come to a mountain that can be touched and that is burning
with fire; to darkness, gloom and storm; to a trumpet blast or to such a voice
speaking words that those who heard it begged that no further word be spoken to
them, 20because they could not bear what was commanded: "If even an animal
touches the mountain, it must be stoned." The sight was so terrifying that Moses said, "I am trembling with fear."

But you have come to Mount Zion, to the heavenly Jerusalem, the
city of the living God. You have come to thousands upon thousands of angels in
joyful assembly, to the church of the firstborn, whose names are written in
heaven. You have come to God, the judge of all men, to the spirits of righteous
men made perfect, to Jesus the mediator of a new covenant, and to the
sprinkled blood that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.