Mahler's Grave

I visited Mahler’s grave.

I’ve seen a lot of famous graves. Composers, philosophers, artists, statesmen. Monuments to memory. There’s something moving and sad about them. The desire to be remembered, to make a name, is deeply human. We all feel it. We all want to matter.

But the truth is, we will be forgotten. If not by our children, then certainly by our great-grandchildren. At some point, our names will be little more than data in an ancestry registry or a fading entry on a gravestone.

Still, as believers, we know that we are not ultimately forgotten. God knows our names. He remembers our days. We are not working for fame or legacy in this world. We are living for eternity.

That truth shifts the goal. Our purpose isn’t to make a name, but to impact lives.

The work of sent out believers is all about producing three things: disciples, churches, and church leaders. But leaders are just people who influence other people. Churches are just groups of people committed to Christ and one another. Disciples. In the end, it’s all about people… souls.

So instead of asking, “What legacy will I leave?” I’m asking, “How many people can I impact right now?”

Mahler’s grave also reminded me that life is short.

In my professional life, I reckon I’ve got about 150 months left. Certainly less than 200. If I had 150 days left, I wouldn’t waste them. I don’t want to waste 150 months either.

So I’m trying not to think in terms of ministries, institutions, or even long-term legacy. I’m thinking about people. About conversations. About souls.

How many people can I talk with—really talk with?

How many worldviews can I gently shake?

How many hearts can I help point toward truth?

Realistically? Maybe one a day?

I’ve to get back to work!