I know why I’m here. I know what I’m supposed to do. And I could tell you… but that spoils all your fun to be had in the discovery.
I was in the studio today, and this particular artist was coming in to listen to some of his songs that he had mixed by the fella for whom I intern. One of his songs had a line of lyrics:
The richest dead man’s still just dead.
Kinda levels the playing field doesn’t it? At the end of my days, what will be left? All that will be left of me here on earth will be a lifeless shell and the memories people hold of me. What do I want those memories to say? I’m not sure. But I know a lot of the things I strive for aren’t worth their weight in words in the end.
A few weeks ago, one of my Sunday School teachers from many years ago passed away. Years back, she had battled cancer, but she just couldn’t stick it this time around. But last week when I was at home to help out at a youth ministry event, the things being said about Dee were simply beautiful. She truly was a servant. Her entire life could be seen in the service of others, full of smiles, not done begrudgingly. At the end of the day, she was content with seeing those around her coming to know her Savior more intimately.
Dee didn’t have a lot of money. But she was richer than many could ever imagine. I know, it’s cliche. But her richness left a legacy that could be passed on to more than just her familial heirs. Her richness was spread around while she was still here, and the shadow of her life still carries it on. But I know my life shouldn’t take Dee’s life as an example. I should take the same example she followed.
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Yeah, Dakona has a song like that, too. Thanks for this reminder today.
(By the way, I came across your blog through technorati.com)