Frisbees and a Legacy

FrisbeeGolfThey granted the dying wish of the guy who invented Frisbee Golf.  He wanted to have his ashes mixed into the flying discs used to play Frisbee Golf.  Read the news report about his request at this link:

They actually did it.  The TV show Ripley’s Believe It or Not reported it and actually showed the guy’s wife and son pouring his ashes into the machine that makes the Frisbees.  They made 7000 special and specially marked Frisbees including his ashes.

Quite a legacy don’t you think?  A man’s memorial: plastic discs used to play a game.

Recently, I had the privilege of challenging our men’s group, a church planting organization, to consider the legacy they were leaving.  At the time, it was a legacy of claiming to be church planters but having done nothing about it for more than 20 years.

It wasn’t at all about the legacy, but it was about who we were compared to who we are supposed to be.  So far, they have accepted the challenge.  PTL!

I have wondered about the legacy I would leave when I leave this world.  What will people remember?  What will people who didn’t know me but may learn about me find out about me?  What is my legacy?

I love wandering around very old cemetaries.  I love reading or trying to read tombstones and wonder about the people buried there, husbands, wives, babies, soldiers and all types of people.  I am curious about what people remember about the people whose tombstones I am standing in front of and reading.  Unfortunately, mostly they only give life dates.  When they were born and when they died and their name, and possibly a note about who they were married to.

I first got interested in this after I visited the Ripley’s Believe It or Not museum in Gatlinburg, Tennessee in 1982.  They had replicas of tombstones with funny epitaphs on them.  I don’t recall any of them exactly, but they went be something like this.  “Here lies John Brown. Cheated at cards. Shot him down!”

Because I just love life and love to laugh and enjoy so much that life is, there was a while that I wanted my tombstone to read, “You didn’t think I’d make it this far, did ya?”  But life is more important than a legacy of levity.  I have for a long time however wanted people to simply see the presence of God in me.  I would rather that be my legacy because everything is a result of God’s presence in me anyway.