Passing and Barely a Whisper
There is a well-known story about life being the “dash” between a person’s date of birth and date of death. The story begs us to examine our “dash”. What have we accomplished in our lifetime? What will we be remembered by? Or outside of our family will we even be remembered at all?
America watched the spectacles of politicians and former presidents who after passing on to the great beyond were given a spectacular tribute for their great accomplishments by other politicians and former presidents. They were praised for their contributions to the party and the affect they had on America and on the world around them. There were video and online tributes given by those who made sure to get their own 15 minutes of fame praising the very ground they walked on. In reality the proceedings quite often were simply the platform to dump on the sitting President at that time – Donald J. Trump who was “forbidden” to attend.
For us the ceremony is a time of grieving the lost loved one and as a Christian it is a time of celebrating their life and their journey home, where they join a loving God and loved ones who’ve gone on before. It is unthinkable and unacceptable for someone to hack into the ceremony or service for political purposes.
The recent passing of Rush Limbaugh highlights the hypocrisy of politics by the mean spirited comments people feel the need to make so that they too receive their 15 minutes of fame. Well I choose not to give them that platform. I have watched and listened to Rush for years and he has brought forth the voice of reason during a time of unreasonable change happening in America. He will be sorely missed.
In the recent past few months we have lost a number of voices shouting in the wilderness like that of Country Singers Charlie Pride’s Kiss an Angel Good Morning and Charlie Daniels’ The Devil Went Down To Georgia leaving an everlasting mark on the culture of America. We also lost conservative Herman Cain who overcame many obstacles in life but left with barely a whisper. There are more, many more that die minute of every day, they are missed by many and then forgotten.
The months of January and February are very special to me as they are anniversary months of my parents who died pre-COVID and are sorely missed every day. They inspired those who knew them by their example of loving others before themselves. Caring and sharing not out of their abundance but from all they had, literally taking their coats off their back and giving to those in need.
Your “dash” tells more about you than simply words can explain.
What is your dash saying, even now? – I am the Real Truckmaster!