Table Talk for 8/23/2015
With Spencer moving out Thursday and going to college and Sydnee and Sami busy building thier lives and careers, I have been given a moment to reflect on this stage of my life and Bev's and my marriage.
What I've concluded, besides it being quieter and cheaper around the house, is that this is simply one more step in life's journey that is to be welcomed and not mourned. I have begun to see that my children are carrying with them a memory of life with me, while they build their own lives. This is part of my legacy.
God gives each of us opportunity to build our legacy. Even a child born without life or living only a short time leaves a legacy. The family I asked prayers for awhile back who lost their child shortly after he was born have taken that experience as a life-changing event that will always be with all of them. That baby left a legacy.
As I was going through the cemetary the other day, I looked at the variety of different memorials left for people who had passed. Some were large and ornate, others simple and small. For the very old memorials, no one recalls the person or has a face in their mind as to what they looked like.
Even the very large, ornate memorials mark graves of souls who are strangers to most or all of us. We relate to these markers by a familiar name or the fact that they too had a connection to where we now stand.
This is really not a legacy since by definition, a legacy is
As we partake of these elements of communion let us remember the legacy of hope that Jesus left us by recognizing the sanctity of His body as written in Mark 14:22; "As they were eating, Jesus took some bread and blessed it. Then he broke it in pieces and gave it to the disciples, saying, “Take it, for this is my body.” May we bow our heads in a word of prayer for the loaf?