The courage of my own bravado is illusion.  What I know, how well I fight, argue, my creativity or cleverness are fleeting.  Each person eats this portion as a staple of growing older.  The most impressive tyrant grew old and eventually faced death, many way before their time in years.  None of them hold any authority on today’s struggle.  That is a strange comfort knowing that my worst oppressors will face the same death that awaits each of us, even if they outlive me.  My thoughts, efforts, purchases, constructions, fixes, adaptations and constructive creations are all temporary.  What then does a person do when faced with eventually being forgotten and impotent?

What are you doing to prolong your memory?  Are you leaving behind children, cramming their heads and personalities full of the things that you left undone, hoping that they will somehow become an extension of your mortality?  Are you writing a book, building a church, planting trees, commemorating a park with a little bronze placard carrying your name as trustee so that all who read will recant your glory?  Are you formulating a new religion so that you like many religions will have your name elevated narrowly above other men, acquainted with angels or gods, so that people may leave incense at your effigy hoping for good fortune?

Are you making rules so strict and promoting popular genocidal religion and ideology of evolutionism, so that those like you may have quest to elevate themselves above other people in an attempt to selectively eradicate every one a bit different than you?  Or are you serving peace, hoping that man will somehow evolve and in an instant put away all the carnal aspirations of our history, suddenly becoming careful, courageous and kind to all things, embracing love for humanity above personal gain and glory?

Now the argument becomes about defense of our foolishness.  It is not just the gift of life that makes all men created equal but the mutual and inescapable death that levels humanity’s playing field.  There is a peace in knowing that all share the same destination, as God’s Word says, it is appointed all men once to die.  But in that knowledge lay a burden.  The burden, one of either assigning some analytical measure of performance for this defined period or realization that our mortality places a requirement upon our lives in service to man, or ideology or dare I say to the God whom created us.

Though rich people continue in their attempts to prolong the inevitable meeting with death, even considering preserving their frozen heads or cloning themselves we still remain mortal.  That mortality makes our lives precious, just as with any finite commodity, the value is based upon scarcity.  Aren’t there truly only two camps, those who wish to prolong their memory through living in a such a way to make themselves remembered or those wishing to overcome or delay the inevitable death to stretch the time we have been given?  How then do we react when confronted with Christianity that provides a fulfilling resolution for both parties?

It is at this moment in time when we have the opportunity to accept the glorious truth of eternal life and Holy Living through Christ or we commit ourselves to the fool’s errand of somehow cheating death by memory or extended mortality.  Certainly each of us wants to be remembered fondly, but the memory of my life is no measure of my efficacy, for I may be remembered for ill just as for good.  And just because I am remembered, even fondly, provides no extension to my life only reflection upon it.

If I want to live a life worthy of remembrance then I ought to live with the heart to see all men reach eternity.  I ought to live in such a way that I stand clear of the idle race set forth by life’s scarcity.  I ought to live as a man who knows the embrace of eternity, that all that I currently do matters to God because it is done out of His love for the man He created.  This is the freedom of a Christian.  Christians escape the limiting, defining parameters of life’s fleeting governance, exchanged for a role in the eternal Kingdom of God’s Plan for all.

You can think me foolish, you can think me daft or perhaps outside your principles of realistic understanding, but it is not me and your definition of me that matters.  It is the Work and the Word of God with which you contend, for this is the secret for which all men quest, “How may I be remembered fondly in this life and live forever with God and those whom I love”?  There is only one way to this destination and it begins and ends with Jesus Christ the King.  Ask Him if you dare, He promises that He will answer.  What you do next will define not only this life but the next, so inquire wisely.  I love you.  May God be with you this day and forever.  In Jesus’ Name.