It was a pitch black night. The Missus had just come home. The pups, whom I had let out to greet her were all back in the house except for Miss Annie who was waddling toward the door. I kept hearing this beep beep sound and it was getting louder as she approached. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, I chanced to say “Put it down,” and she dropped something onto the ground. I walked over to see what it was as she walked into the house and saw a tiny baby bunny wiggling in the grass. She had found the baby and was bringing it into the house to care for it. The bunny was unharmed and wasn’t even wet from her mouth. I carried it away from the house, knowing that it’s momma would find it and then I went into the house where Annie and I had a talk. I explained to her that the bunny already had a mommy who will take real good care of him and that she can go outside any time she wants to visit them. From that day on, we have had bunnies living in our front yard. I will always remember that about Annie. She loved all creatures. She had a nurturing heart.
I will always remember how Ruger loved to eat, snuggle and have fun. I will remember that Sergeant, our German Shepherd, LOVED to play ball. I will remember that Sadie, although she was in excruciating pain, gave her all when it came time to go outside to do her business and that she loved Fritos and most of all she loved me. That’s what I will remember. When he passes (may his years be long upon this earth), Buddy’s legacy will be his smile and the sassy way he walks when he’s happy.
I will always remember my grandfather’s laugh and that I never once saw him angry. I will remember the all-consuming greed of a particular boss I once had, the violent temper of an old girlfriend and the filthy mouth of a man I once worked with. Nasty, nasty man. My wife has created a legacy for being the hardest working woman I have ever know with a heart as big as Texas. She’s the Energizer Bunny.
They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, later on, when somebody says your name for the last time. You are dead when people stop thinking about you.
I know the story of Jesus because someone remembered to write it down and someone else remembered to tell me. I will tell the story and it will never be forgotten. Every time it is told, it lives for another generation. His name has lived in the hearts of men for generations and the memory of His sacrifice will live for eternity. One day, we will see Him face to face and we will meet the strength and love of our memories.
Saul of Tarsus was an evil man who persecuted Christians but as Paul, he is remembered as for his tremendous leadership in the early church. He is remembered not for what he was but for what he became. Moses is not remembered as a member of Pharoah’s household but as the man who led the Children of Israel to the promised land. Again, not for what he was but what who became. Jim Jones was the pastor of a large church who later instigated one of the largest mass suicides in history. Not remembered for who he was but for who he became.
Jesus on the cross
39 One of the criminals who was hanging there railed at him, saying, “Aren’t you the Christ? Save yourself and us!”
40 But the other rebuked him, saying, “Don’t you fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation?
41 And we rightly so, for we are getting what we deserve for what we did, but this man has done nothing wrong.”
42 Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come in your kingdom.”
43 And Jesus said to him, “I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise.”
The thief on the cross next to Jesus would not be remembered for what he was in the past but for who he became in Christ.
The memory of the righteous is blessed, But the name of the wicked will rot.
When someone hears of our passing, we don’t want them to say, “Who?” We all want to be remembered after we’re gone. We want our life to have meant something.
How do you want to be remembered when you die? If you are not living the life that you want others to remember, it’s not too late to fix that. You can be a legend today. You can be a living legacy.
by Mark Schultz