I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately. Whatever it is that I’d like to leave behind, I’d better get busy accumulating and organizing. Grandmothers had better start thinking about what matters and what doesn’t. As the song says, “Today we are here, but tomorrow may see…just a grave in the vale and a memory of me.” But I will be in conscious existence in one of two unbelievably different places. And, even if a pauper, I will leave much behind. It will be more than any little treasures (or trash) that my children may find when opening drawers, safes, old Bibles or even documents. It’s not about being morbid. It’s about the reality of how I’m living now. Just what will I leave?
When the last line has been written
And my time on earth is through,
What will my friends remember
When they see my empty pew?
Will they say I’ve gone to glory
And declare with certainty?
Or wonder if his grace is vast
Enough for even me?
Will they say, “This church will miss
Her great example to our youth”?
Will they say I led them Heavenward
If they really tell the truth?
What of my home and family?
If I reach my present goals,
Will I leave behind a spotless house
Or blood-cleansed spotless souls?
My legacy for others…
Just what’s on the bottom line?
If it’s figured all in dollars
I’ll leave every cent behind.
But if my kids’ inheritance
is faith and Purity
Then they Are very rich!
My Legacy will follow me!
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