You are our epistle
written in our hearts, known and read by all men. 2Cor3:2
My kids constantly break things.
Cups drop, toys get stepped on, they accidently throw things I need in the
trash. They come to me with a big bottom lip and teary eyes; “Dad I’m sorry, I
broke…I lost.. I threw out your…” I have the same response; “Nothing last
forever except your soul.”
That is true. Nothing matters
except the eternal things. And what would those be? Money, no. Fame, no.
Pleasures, no. You could gain the world and lose your soul and you would be a
fool to do it. Nothing of this earth will last.
Your life only matters in the effect it has on others.
You want to be great? Than serve others. Pour yourself into them. Artists think
their work will outlast them, but it will not outlast this age. Monuments come
and go, records are broken but the impact you have on other souls will never
end.
Paul didn’t need documented authority. No one checked his
resume, no one called his references, he didn’t even need a graduate’s degree
because his relationship with them stood for itself. He was heard in their
words. He was seen in their mannerisms. Who is replicating you? Who is your
letter? Who is your gift to the world?
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