When I die who of my family, generations down the line, will remember me? Who will care what I looked liked or how great my fashion sense was? Once my friends and family all pass away so will the knowledge of me. The only thing that I can pass on that can be known for generations to come is the name of Jesus. Thinking about life like this gives me some perspective. When I think about life I try to think of Jesus. I mean think about it. What is it that we really remember about Him. Since none of us were alive when he was here there’s not much we can remember of him physically. We didn’t know him when he walked in the flesh. But what we do know of him is the life He lead, His teaching, His death and resurrection. Basically, we remember the important stuff. We don’t remember Jesus because he was the hottest, most attractive bachelor in Nazareth. We don’t remember him because of the awesome furniture that he built (he was a carpenter by trade. Yes, Jesus worked just like the rest of us). We remember him for the inspiring life he led on our behalf, not for his physical prowess or what he possessed materially. All of that passed away. Just as it will for us someday. And when it does what will you leave that can be shared with all who need it (and I’m not just talking about money)?