After I retired from teaching, I thought about the impact I’d had on my former students. What kind of legacy had I left behind? Had I helped instill a love of knowledge in their young lives? Had I helped expose them to new concepts and ideas, which were unfamiliar to them up to that time? Had I shown them encouragement when they felt discouraged? Love when they felt abandoned? Hope when they felt hopeless? Did they know I cared?
Several weeks ago, I read the story of the prophet Elisha’s death. Near the end of 2 Kings chapter 13, I read that even after his death, Elisha gave life.
Elisha died and was buried. Every year bands of Moabites used to invade the land of Israel. One time during a funeral, one of those bands was seen, and the people threw the corpse into Elisha’s tomb and ran off. As soon as the body came into contact with Elisha’s bones, the man came back to life and stood up. 2 Kings 13:20-21 (GNT)
Pretty powerful legacy, don’t you think?
So what’s our legacy? Do we live in such a way that those we come in contact with, are better off than they were before we touched them? Do we speak life-giving words? Do we point them to Jesus through our actions? Something to consider, don’t you think?
I wish you well.
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