Life and death are certainties none of us can avoid, and though we all know we are headed for the dust; we don’t always live remembering that reality, writes Thomas Wynne.
If there is one certainty
it is that we will die, that one day our life will end and then those that are
left behind are left with the legacy of our lives.
Some of us will die
surrounded by people and some alone, with others being remembered for their
deeds and some will have their memories erased as their legacy was not one to
Those that have carved
themselves into the consciousness of this modern world often grappled with this
question of eternity, of death and of legacy and soon realised if something is
to live beyond the grave, we have the power to do that now, but it may well
involve something of ourselves dying in the process.
It is a universal truth
that for something to live, something must die first and Martin Luther King Jnr
took this further to say, if we have not found something in life to die for.
Then in fact we are not fit to live.
Greatness or at least a
great life has often been chequered with a personal sense of dying to something
greater to themselves.
For those of us that have
grandchildren, we hold them and look into their fresh young eyes, and realise
they will see us pass, that we will not see their lives into their forties or
fifties and that we have them but for a moment. That we have moments where we
can sow dreams, ideas and values that will live long past us as they are our
future, they are a future we will never see but they are a future we can affect
People that have
realised, that through their own sacrifice, they can affect greatly generations
long after they have gone, have understood the great burden on us all to grab
our piece of eternity now, knowing also that the price for that eternity is
sacrifice. It’s a sacrifice that may cost us everything, but only because we
know lives that have not lived yet are depending on the decisions we make
When I look into my
grandchildren’s eyes, I see that burden and I see aspects of myself reflected
in them, and the sacrifices we all have made as parents for our children, and
now our grandchildren.
We are burdened by the
love we feel for them because sacrifice is not sacrifice unless it is driven by
love. A deep and meaningful connected love, the driver for living a life beyond
the grave because of the decisions we make today. Sacrifice not driven by love
is instead a selfish act, it is driven by what I can get from this sacrifice
The greatest loss in life
is not death, but what dies in us as while are still alive, be it our dreams,
our hopes, or our aspirations. They must never be allowed to become the bones
by which hopelessness and doubt feed on. It is when we realise human effort is
simply not enough to create and be all we aspire to be and live a life worth
living long before we are eulogised at the grave.
Its Easter weekend and a
good time to relax with family and friends and enjoy the days off, regardless
what we believe. It is a time for those of us of faith to remember a Man who
understood this principle of dying so others could live, who lived a life
worthy not for love but because of his love for his Father and who understood
that his own hopes, dreams and aspirations must die so that we could live.
Faceless millions of people not even born yet who would remember his sacrifice,
and live a revitalised life because his sacrifice made it so. Easter has always
been so much more than a day off and Chocolate Easter Eggs.