"You are where you are today because you stand on somebody’s shoulders. And wherever you are heading, you cannot get there by yourself. If you stand on the shoulders of others, you have a reciprocal responsibility to live your life so that others may stand on your shoulders. It’s the quid pro quo of life. We exist temporarily through what we take, but we live forever through what we give."
Good morning, friends! We’re in the home stretch, and I’ll just leave it at that. As for us, let’s get to it.
In recent years two grand adventures have been taking place in my life, but only recently have I become aware of the interconnectedness of the adventures. On the one hand, I have been moving towards a more minimalistic lifestyle. To my family’s chagrin, I am shedding homely assets faster than a rabid dog and encouraging my family to join me in the effort. I want to live a much lighter life and I don’t want to carry them, either.
Equally, my mind has been sifting ideas in recent years of the people who have assisted me in my life. I’m talking about the big assists, the people who have made grand efforts to help me actualize. Specifically, I think of the one gentleman who devoted years of my young adulthood to my care, concern and support. I think of another gentleman who not only used the times our paths crossed to bless me, but also reached out to me early in my career to support me. And I think of a young couple (at least at the time!) who embraced me, encouraged me, and supported me at a very vulnerable time of my life. And I could go on and on about these people and more people, but you get the point. I’m not a creature of my own making. I am a product of a community.
The connectedness that I see now is clear. I want less of my time and energy spent on maintenance of my lifestyle (as if I ever had one) and more on opportunities to bless other persons. Quite frankly, I’ve learned this lesson as a pastor, and particularly at funerals. Bad and poorly attended funerals are focused on the lifestyle of the person. Great and well attended funerals are filled with stories of how the person sacrificially gave. I see it all the time, and I clearly want to be on the giving side.
What about you? I’m not suggesting you follow my grand adventures. I’m only asking if you are aware of who helped you become you? Do you know how much they gave to help you? Can you see how different you would be if they had not? And do you have the courage, and understand the blessings, of blessing someone else in similar ways? It certainly presents things about which to think. Will you? I hope you do, and have a wonderful week (current events notwithstanding).