He being dead still speaks.
—Hebrews 11:4
You know the game. Someone says a word, and you respond with the first thing that comes to mind when you hear that word. Try it.
Hitler.
Mother Teresa.
The first probably elicited contempt; the second, admiration.
American poet James Whitcomb Riley wrote an ode about the death of Jim, a shopworker. At the cemetery, some of his fellow workers were reminiscing. Said one, “When God made Jim, I bet he didn’t do anything else that day but jest sit around and feel good.”
Think your influence will end at the grave? It won’t. Your earthly life will someday end; memories of it never.
How you live is how
you will be remembered.