Living A Lasting Legacy
August 11, 2008 by Living Life Abundantly
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My grandmother always says “we didn’t come here to stay forever” and “everybody wants to see Jesus, but nobody wants to die to see Him.”
I went to buy “The Kings of Comedy” yesterday, when I got home I learned that Isaac Hayes was found dead in his home and the cause of death was unknown. The words of my grandmother again come to mind…she says “people are really crossing over…”
Two greats gone in two days!!!
Our next breathe is neither promised or guaranteed. As the world mourns the loss of Isaac Hayes and Bernie Mac, we are all reminded of our own mortality.
None of us came to stay forever, but some of us will never be forgotten.
Isaac Hayes was a “Bad Mutha” that touched us with his extraordinary music. Bernie Mac tickled our funny bone and used humor to entertain, educate, and empower. These men did not come to stay forever, but they certainly leave behind lasting legacies for generations to come.
Living Life Abundantly = Living A Life Worth Remembering
As the world mourns the loss of Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes, may we also take inventory of our own lives and consider the legacy that we will one day leave behind…
A Psalm of Life
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! ?
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,–act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
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