I was at a graduation party, waiting for a chance to talk with the graduate. He’s a respected kid, the kind that earns respect by running fast in cross-country meets.
And the kind that earns respect by deciding that we need to raise funds to help build a bakery that will employ women who have almost nothing else to sell to feed their families. Decides that we need to have a concert, then finds sponsors for the concert, then helps sell tickets for the concert, then helps gather contributions to have a bake sale at the concert. Because he kept us focused on this way to raise these funds, enough was raised to build a bakery so that a few kids will be able to eat breakfast.
That kind of respected kid.
While I was waiting, another friend walked up to me. He’s a respected man. He once translated the Bible into another language by living with a group of people, learning their language, learning how to write their language, and then translating the Bible into that language. Now he teaches a couple guys the Bible and helps his wife and is a chaplain at a free neighborhood clinic.
That kind of respected man.
Our young friend is heading to college, trying to sort out which of a dozen things he can work with God on. I think that our young friend was born about the time my older friend would have hit the traditional retirement age. But my older friend hasn’t figured out what retirement means. He’s trying to sort out which of a dozen things he can work with God on.
While they wonder about what’s next, people in southeast Asia are reading the Bible in their own language and women in Africa are learning how to run a bread business.
Legacy building starts at any age. And doesn’t have to stop.