Gramp’s stamp collection was more than just a collection hobby he shared with me. It symbolized how he spent much of his life—as a mail carrier and then Postmaster in Aurora, Nebraska.
My favorite postman died April 6, 2006.
As our family sorted through memories of my kind, generous grandfather, I thought about Psalm 39:4,5: “Show me, O Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreadth.”For a few months I’ve thought a lot about life-living. Not life plotting along. Not life survival. I long to live all of the adventure God has for me, not just part of it.
One of my favorite singer/songwriters, Nichole Nordeman, captures this idea in her song “Live”—the idea that God offers much more to life than we often experience…or expect.
Did You come that we might just survive?
Did You come so we could just get by?
Did You walk among us
so we might merely limp along beside?
You make me want to live
You came to shake us
And to wake us up to something more
Than we’d always settled for
And You make me want to live
Holding Gramp’s hand the evening of April 5, his weathered body tucked under the sheets, hours away from heaven, I cried.
The end of his life right before me caused me to reflect on my life.And I want my years to make a difference, to count for eternity.
More than ever, I’m passionate about being a follower of Jesus. I’m passionate in asking God that everyone would know someone who truly follows Jesus. John 10:10 captures Jesus’ incredible promise: “I came that they might have life and have it abundantly.”
Who wouldn’t want that? Yet living—real living—means trusting God to give us power for the abundant life He has for us. And that we can’t conjure up a life purpose worth living without Him.
How about you? Are you experiencing that abundant life? What will your children and grandchildren remember you for?