A Legacy: Written in Response to My Grandpa’s Passing
It was to be expected. No one lives forever. No one, no matter how well his life was lived. And in the past few days, it was more and more apparent that his golden mansion was almost finished and ready for his arrival. But still, the finality of the call, both of Heaven’s call to him and the call that alerted me to his departure, reminds me again of the curse of death and the joyful release that it brings for the Christian.
On one hand, the curse of death. Today, humans are still suffering from the 2 bites of Eden’s fruit and death is part of that suffering. The sorrow it brings, the hole left in the affected family, the lonely days afterwards remind us of death’s odious stigma. It has been called the “Great Equalizer” for all must face it’s scythe. Youth bars it not. Vitality is not insured against it. The flower of life, in a moment, is trimmed by its impartial call. Power of people, power of nations and mountains of money staunches not the oncoming march of the Reaper. Death is arguably the cause of most of the world’s worries. And from a worldly perspective, death is unfair. All that a man has accumulated in his life is left behind for others to divide and squabble for. Solomon alluded to this.
But recently, death has lost that stigma. Not in a global sense but for me personally. I think it originally stemmed from a message that my bishop once preached on the subject. Prior to this, I never really thought of death as ‘release’ but today, I see it that way. Being young and full of zip, zing and zest, the thought of growing older and more feeble without having the release that death brings is mental torture. I can’t imagine that and I’m glad I don’t have to. This world is full of worry and afflictions. This is what Job referred to in saying, that, “cursed be the day that it was said a man child was born”. Life brings it’s pleasures, true. The smile that lights up the face of a little child, a rainbow after a storm, a tropical sunset, a soul connection with a friend, these are all pleasures that point us to God. In Him, we have all fulfillment and goodness. But let’s be real. Life throws us a bag of bad apples from the start. In a sense, it isn’t fair.
But, there is another Great Equalizer. The One that the Athenians unknowingly worshiped. He is also the One that modern skeptics try to argue away today. We, humans collectively, all have the opportunity to be “equalized” in this Being. In response to those 2 bites of fruit, God, in a unprecedented move, gave us His Son to bring us back to God. (Pardon me, but I won’t get into immense detail here. It is sufficient for my purposes that it be mentioned. In today’s society,one is either for or against. I’m making the assumption, quite validly I feel, that the majority of my readers are on the “pro” side of this point. And anyone who is reading this who is opposed, needs arguments greater than what can be given here currently. But if those arguments are needed, here is my email princeofthekingdom). This person was recognized and followed by Grandpa. In his life, it was apparent that he received his orders from God. But his life was never lived in show of Christianity. Meek and humble, with a easy and ready smile, he was always willing to take the time to talk. Nor in his latter days was he afraid to talk about his Jesus to those that came to see him. He had a compassionate concern for unsaved souls and was particularly active with the mission work in Haiti.
But change comes. We come and we go. And as I said, no one lives forever. I don’t wish Grandpa back to Earth. I have a peace about it. In fact, I dare say that we can righteously covet to be where he currently is. I know that I have already longed to be there. But here we are and the work remains. I have a life to live. This should not be read as a expression of self. Rather, in the light of what Grandpa has left me, do I say that. With this legacy of faith, can I do else but honor it? And the only proper way of doing so is by living as Grandpa lived. To disregard it and cast it aside is would taint the legacy that he left. But this I know, the hope that Grandpa had is mine as well. One day, I want to be there.
what is death without hope, thanks to Calvary, I’ll never know.