I really don’t know much about Margaret Thatcher, but the news headlines I read today told me far more than I found on Wikipedia.
“Hundreds of opponents of former Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher partied in London’s Trafalgar Square to celebrate her death, sipping booze and chanting “Ding Dong!”
That was the headline. The very sad headline.
She was a wife and a mother. The first woman to become Prime Minister of her country. Her name was known all over the world. But the legacy she is leaving behind is one that moved people to celebrate the fact that she is dead. My heart felt heavy, wondering if she had any idea how she would be remembered.
Someday, we will all be someone’s ancestor. What will those who come after us remember?
I think ‘legacy’ is hard for the young to think about for too long. The strong. The world-changing ones. Leaving their mark on the world. Give them a sword, a war cry, and a dragon to slay. Because they are young and free and strong and brave, and they are marking the world with their presence. The world is smitten by the young.
But time happens, and young doesn’t stay young for long, and then they have children. (We, too, are smitten by the young.) We soon discover that there is little time for making a mark or slaying anything and suddenly we don’t feel so brave anymore. We feel scared. We feel the weight of responsibility and life becomes a series of “right now” moments. Everything demands us “right now” and there is little time to really think about “someday”.
But it will come. I promise, someday will come. Someday, you will find yourself sitting in a chair, feeling a beautiful breeze coming through your open window, and you will read a headline. And you will wonder what will be remembered of you. What will they take away from your life?
And in that small moment, legacy will matter. What you leave for those coming after you will matter.
It will matter whether or not they saw more peace in you than anger.More grace than criticism.
More faith than fear.
Did they see an over achiever, or an overcomer, who actually overcame? Because we can call ourselves overcomers in Christ, and never really overcome anything.
It will not matter that you didn’t make lots of money. It won’t even matter if you did. What will matter is whether or not they saw that you were content either way.
Were you always waiting for something good to happen, or were you making good happen right where you were?
Were you continually chasing after something, or were you steadfastly following Someone?
Did they hear you talk about caring for the poor, turning the other cheek, loving your neighbor as yourself, obeying God…or did they see you do them?
Did you believe in God, or did you believe God? There is a difference, and the difference matters.
Whether you have children or not, legacy matters. Because you will be an ancestor to someone. There are people watching you live life. What will they remember?
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I appreciate this thought-provoking and beautifully written post. “Did they see an achiever or an overcomes…?” Love this! Thanks, and I look forward to reading more of your posts. Judy
Thank you Judy! I’m enjoying your blog as well.
I agree with David, Margaret Thatcher was much more than the protester/haters would lead people to believe. Great points on our own legacy Karla!
Whatever people may think of Margaret Thatcher she was a brave lady, who sacrificed much to lead the UK. The protestors are in a minority. Yes she made mistakes. Don’t we all?! But there was another side to Mrs Thatcher that I was unaware of until this week. The link to the article is below. It challenged me.
You are so right about legacy, Karla. My grandfather died when I was seven. But my memory is of a quiet, and Godly man. An inspiration. An example to his family. That’s what I want to be.
Thank you David! I knew if anyone reading this could comment on it, you could. Thank you for the link…it was a very interesting article. I am glad that Mrs. Thatcher’s protesters are the minority, but I still find it sad that people would celebrate a death, and in such a manner as that. As for the legacy left to me…one of them is from my mom, and it’s the last thing I mentioned in the blog. “Jesus changed her”. She accepted Jesus later in life, so I was honored to witness the change it brought to her heart, her mind and to her life.