I’ve been thinking lately about legacy. We have been reading about all these people in the Bible in our Best Yes study who lived great legacies but they also made some seriously bad decisions with some unchangeable horrible consequences. David, Moses, Rahab, Noah, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph, etc. Yet we remember them as great, not necessarily because of how they lived, but Who they lived for.
I will make mistakes on the race. I may say the wrong thing at the wrong time. I may not always represent Jesus as well as I should. But I hope the people I meet along the way, my teammates who live with me day in and day out say of me that I lived a legacy of love. That I loved the dirty street children desperate to be told they are valuable and loved. That I loved the prostitute who is used and abused day in and day out. That I loved the orphan who feels abandoned by the world and by God. That I loved the poor who hunger physically and spiritually. That I loved the difficult teammate (or accepted love when I’m the difficult teammate) because life on the race is going to be hard. But to quote Shakespeare, the course of true love never did run smooth.
I want to be able to tell my kids and grandkids, I got to travel the world loving people like Jesus. Leaving His legacy in different places with different people. That would be enough. That’s the legacy I want to leave.
