Reflection: There are butterfly stickers on most of the plant-pots, the stone steps, a few plant leaves and on the terracotta duck––all of which are in the back garden. They are a legacy from my grandchildren. (Back gardens, as you know, should be places of intrigue and adventure to grandchildren.)
All of this prompts the question: What legacy will I leave?
Count Zinzendorf, that wonderful bishop of the Moravian church, wrote: “Preach the gospel, die and be forgotten.” It is a powerful statement that reminds us that our true reward is in heaven, and any reward on earth isn’t worth much.
I think he’s right.
But I nonetheless hope for a legacy on this earth: not a pompous monument, but a legacy that shows itself in the faith and character of my children… and their children. The Bible frequently speaks of the Jewish heritage of “Abraham, Isaac and Jacob”––three generations. I too dare to hope I influence three generations.
Any more, is a bonus.
Prayer: Dear Father, When anyone sees anything good in me, they are seeing something that you have given. Truth and godly character both come from you. May I pass these good things on to my children, and to their children––for this would delight my soul. Amen.