This past weekend, we held my grandmother's funeral in Charlotte, NC. As I reflect on her life, I think about my own mortality. To be sure, we will all eventually die and stand before God someday (unless the Lord returns). That part doesn't concern me as much, because I know that "whoever calls upon the name of the Lord will be saved." I cried out to the Lord for salvation many years ago, and am ready to meet the Lord.
My greater concern is this life. How will I spend it? Will I make any difference? Will I be a good father? Will I be a good husband? Son? Follower of Jesus?
One of my favorite past times is vegging out in front of the TV set. I've grown quiet accustomed to just sitting and letting my wheels stop turning as I watch whichever latest and greatest show hit primetime.
When it comes to my life, I am resolved not to veg out. I hope and pray that God will find me faithful to Him and to my family and friends throughout my life.
How does this happen? Less of me and more of Him. Me says "Sit down. Take it easy. You've had a long day of work. Rest." He says "Spend time with me. Be still before Me. Love your wife as I loved you. Teach your children and love them. Love your neighbor as yourself."
I hope when it's all said and done, I will have made a difference. I hope that I'll be a husband that loved my wife, a father who loved his children, and a servant who loved God more than anything. A legacy doesn't happen overnight. It will take small steps over time...am I willing to put one foot in front of the other?