A recent post on MMR centered on the fact that, no matter how hard we try, we all end up dead. Tombstones record name, birth and death dates. Little more. Legacy- anything handed down from the past, as from an ancestor or predecessor. Naturally, our genetic material is passed down, but what else? And, is that important? The sports world is full of legacy as is the entertainment world. So are history books. Yet, few of the billions of people who once trod the earth are recorded in any of these. Will we?
Thus arises the question, What’s it all about, Alfie? Of what effect are the 70 or 80 years of our lives? Are we of no more import than the tortoise in the zoo?
Recently I read an obituary in my local newspaper that saddened me. The man, in his forties, was named along with his survivors. That’s all. He lived and died according to the obituary. Surely there was more to his life than that. Or was there?
Jesus said, ‘Love one another.’ Nothing about legacy-building. Simple. Should that phrase appear on a tombstone?