Reading about all these authors and musicians really made me wonder about life and the purpose behind it. These people may not have known that their words would still mean something to someone a few hundred years later…. they were true to their calling, and true to what they felt about God and who God meant to them. And the rest just resonated with whoever read the words or heard the melody.
So, what is a rich life then? Recently, we went to the graveyard to visit a close one’s grave. I saw some trees there. Very large, but also very bare. I began to wonder – could my life also be so bare? When I finish this race here on earth, would I be fruitless and barren? Or would I have reached someone and made an impact on someone?