How will you be remembered?
“David reigned over all Israel, doing what was just and right for all his people.”
2 Samuel 8:15
Someone has said, that great men are simply ordinary men doing what is right in extraordinary circumstances. Oh, to have more “ordinary”men.”
The prophet Isaiah said of man:
“All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.
The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the LORD blows on them. Surely the people are grass.
The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the Word of our God stands forever.”
Isaiah 40 6-8.
I think, it can safely be said, that for the most part ,the majority of the billions of people on this earth will be born, live their life, and die in relative obscurity.
It’s fair to say, that less than one percent of all of the people on the earth, will be mentioned in the history books, and most of them will be forgotten.
Most people, at the end of their days, will be laid to rest with a few friends and family gathered round, saying nice things about them.
They will not mention that he or she worked ridiculously long hours, at a relatively inconsequential job.
They will not mention that he or she, had all the latest toys and gadgets the world had to offer.
They will mention what kind of person he or she is, and in some cases, it will take a lot of thought to say nice things.
Ultimately in ten years, fifteen, fifty, a hundred the words written on the tomb of the unknown soldier will be referring to you. “Known only to God.”
What will you be remembered for?
You may not be a great pastor or evangelist. You may not ever be elected to parliament or become a great general.
Ultimately it will only be what you did for God that will count.
What will you be remembered for? Is your life worthwhile?
Ben Zion Bosker wrote:
The man sweeping the synagogue paused for a moment. He looked at the flowers lying about in disorder, ‘What waste!’ He said to himself. Those roses had adorned the pulpit at a wedding an hour before. Now all was over and they were waiting to be discarded.
The attendant leaning on his sweeper was lost in thought, when suddenly he heard a strange sound. One of the roses replied to him:
‘Do you call this a waste?” the flower protested, ‘What is life anyway, yours or mine, but a means of service? My mission was to create some fragrance and beauty, and when I have fulfilled it, my life has not been wasted. And what greater privilege is there than to adorn a bride’s way to her beloved, what greater privilege than to help glorify the moment when a bride and groom seal their faith in each other, by entering the covenant of marriage?’
Our little flower paused for a moment to watch the man’s face, and then continued her discourse.
‘Roses are like people. They live in deeds, not in time. My glory was but for a brief hour, but you should have seen the joy in the bride’s eye. I like to believe that I had something to do with it, by creating a suitable setting for the moment of her supreme happiness. So, don’t grieve for me. My life has been worthwhile.
Having spoken her little piece, the rose was once more silent.
The attendant, startled from his reverie and a little wiser, pushed the sweeper again and continued with his work.
What deeds will you be remembered for. Will people at your funeral mention that you were a reliable worker around church, or at a local service club, or a volunteer at the local hospital?
There are many opportunities for you, to serve in your church or community even in a modest way.
There is always a need for volunteers will you be remembered as one?
Will they be able to say you brought a little joy, laughter and happiness, to those whom your life touched? Will they?
Think about it.
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