GENDADS

Wild, wild morning and it’s only 0545. I broke my pledge already; the one in which I committed myself to be writing, not blogging and emailing all day.   But a sneaky peek at a blog post of a friend caught my attention. I am posting my response here. Actually on the “more” page.

Is this worth the use of precious posting time and cyber functionality? Yes. Because DEATH, not life, COMES FIRST. Right?

DO WE THINK OFTEN ENOUGH ABOUT DEATH AND THE LIFE THEREAFTER IT ENABLES?

I coulda watched “THE wedding” live. Didn’t, though beginning a new life together is an important bit of life. One must first accept death of the solo-self.

If you only have a few minutes, don’t waste your time reading my thoughts about what it will be like in the cyber world when I’m gone; how will they–or WILL THEY?!–announce and care about my leaving the net?   You can read that in a minute.  Good takeaway.

I want you to go–right now–to my friend’s short post A Pauper In The Court of The King There is a story of death honoring life out of the tornado tragedies (Faithful to the End, A Father’s Sacrifice).

Touching, no? Now you can read my comment about my own consideration about how the cyber world will treat my death (Hey, relax, it’s a long way off. Unless…) and what matters to me about that. It’s short, just click on MORE
Darn it, Chris, I was all but successful in my pledge not to respond to any of my regular posting comrades and focus on The Book writing. But this thought is so original and so provoking, I had to both give it thought AND comment (when do you hold confessions?). Maybe it’s because I have stage 4 of a slow growing prostate cancer. Still, lottsa years. I think. BUT, when He calls, I can picture the scene around my bed, then the ceremony. Son-in-law and two oldest grandsons will be on their way to our old ranch in Colorado with the ashes. Horseback up to our favorite ridge….whooooosh there he (who is no longer “he” but a memory) goes!

Who, if anyone, will pop up with a Tweet? Or, maybe a Facebook post with a picture (I hope not draped in black muslin). Or, by then my book would have sold into the billions, will there be a cyber world remembrance? Will it mean anything? How will the story of my life (very full, very complicated) be told? Maybe the social media nets will by then have an “in memoriam” channel and friends put in thoughts.

Here’s my bottom line for now. What matters to me, no matter the billions of Tweets and posting honoring me, is the status of my living legacy in the lives of six good and godly grandchildren, and will God use them to lighten a darkening world? I’ve begun notations in my “Finishing Well” leg of the journey on my personal blog, Wild Gray Goose (www.newseason.us).

Meantime, a question for you. And me. Am I deliberately, carefully, thoughtfully, prayerfully, investing my gifts and my life into the children of my legacy?

Forget the Tweets. No wireless reception in Heaven. But you will see the fruit of your faithfulness, of your “investment” in lives from there?  You will have endless generations to see the results of your selfless intentionality today.  Jesus will be offering commentary.