It makes no difference if you work a regular job or your name is Jobs. Almost everything we spend our lives growing or constructing or chasing as a mark of success stops at some point—it disappears—it ends. Everything except love.
I am reminded of this every time someone’s life comes to an end. Like most pastors, I spend a statistically significant amount of time at funerals and gravesides.
I’ve buried rich and poor people alike, but what is absolutely clearest in that moment we are putting their remains in the ground is that what mattered most about that person’s life is not whether she or he was a good communicator, thinker, provider, or even a church-goer, as wonderful and necessary as those things are.
What obviously counts most to everyone present on that day is the way that person’s LOVE made him or her unique, lifting up the people around them – or didn’t.
Love lasts like nothing else.
If you want to make a lasting imprint on this world,
- get an education so that you can understand people,
- build a business that employs people,
- maintain a house that shelters people,
- give to causes that assist people
but, above all else, resolve to put behind you whatever childish, selfish mindsets, addictions, or patterns of living that keep you from loving people like God loves you.
It will be this more than anything else that lasts.