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Living a Life that Matters

Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom

Psalm 90:12

What Will Matter?

Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten
will pass to someone else.

Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations
and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won't matter where you came from
or what side of the tracks you lived on in the end.
It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.

So what will matter?
How will the value of your days be measured?

What will matter is not what you bought
but what you built, not what you got but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success
but your significance.

What will matter is not what you learned
but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity,
compassion, courage, or sacrifice
that enriched, empowered or encouraged others
to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence
but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew,
but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.
What will matter is not your memories 
but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, 
by whom and for what.

Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.
It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.

Michael Josephson

I am remembering Joe Ann this Christmas with joy and gratitude for the way she lived her life and the contribution she made to me and so many others. 

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Poetry

Why Do I Love You?

The poem below I wrote in 1974. It was not written with anyone specific in mind but was written in response to a sentence from a deep, insightful paper entitled If I Were Your Counselee; it was written by Milton Cudney, a professor of counseling at Western Michigan University.

“Think what we would have going for us, though, if you and I and others contributed only a little to each other, but that this little was multiplied by each succeeding experience we had with each other.”

Milton Cudney

WHY DO I LOVE YOU?

Why do I love you?
Because you love me.
And when you love me,
You become a part of me.
And I love you
Because I love myself.

Why do I love you?
Because you love me.
And when you love me, 
I become a part of you.
And when I become a part of you,
I am bigger than myself.

Why do I love you?
Because you love me.
And your love for me
And my love for you
Makes us both
Bigger than we are.

What happens whe we
Are both bigger than we are?
We have love to give
To someone else -
Even to someone who
Does not love us back.
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Poetry

Middle Time

In 1976 I read a poem called Middle Time in a copy of His magazine, a publication of InterVarsity Christian Fellowship from 1941 to 1986, that became my all-time favorite because its message has always been real and relevant in every period of my life. I am always in the middle time of something. Beginnings and endings seem short compared to most middle times in my life.

I chose the name Associates in Accomplishment for our nonprofit organization from the last line of this poem and have quoted excerpts from it more times than I can remember.

It reminds me that while change is a constant in life I am never without the stabilizing, balancing truth found in the Bible in the book of Hebrews that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

It is a daily encouragement to me to realize that I am a work in progress and that Jesus is the completer of me and my unfinished work and times.

Middle Time

Between the exhilaration of Beginning
and the satisfaction of concluding
is the Middle Time
of enduring, changing, trying,
despairing , continuing, becoming.

Jesus Christ was the man of God's Middle Time
Between Creation and...Accomplisment.
Through Him God said of Creation,
"Without Mistake."
And of Accomplishment,
"Without doubt."

And we in our Middle Times
of wondering, waiting, hurrying,
hesitating, regretting, revising;
We who have begun many things -
And seen but few completed;
We who are becoming more - and less
through the evidence of God's Middle Time
have a stabilizing hint
that we are not mistakes,
that we are irreplaceable,
that our Being is of interest,
and our Doing is of Purpose,
That our Being and our Doing
are surrounded by AMEN.

Jesus Christ is the Completer
of unfinished people
with unfinished work
in unflinished times.

May He Keep us from sinking, ceasing,
wasting, solidifying - 
that we may be for Him
experimenters, enablers, encouragers,
and associates in Accomplishment.

Lona Fowler
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Poetry

Autumn and Feelings

Autumn of sadness –
Missing those who are gone,
Remembering times forever past,
Wondering why I am still here.

Autumn of brownness and barrenness –
Falling leaves and hard soil
Chill winds and shortened days,
Rains that fall like bitter teams,
Moving to a darker season.

Autumn of joy –
Welcoming change and growth,
Challenging the old and risking the new,
Cherishing glimpses of hope.

Autumn of contrast and celebration –
September of new beginning,
October of glorious change,
November of warm thanksgiving,
Preparation for a new season.

Autumn of new time and place –
Magic of radiant contrast,
Appreciating all by knowing each,
Embracing moments of beauty,
Sensing serenity in change.

— JDR 10/20/88