Last night I had the honor of addressing a group of teens and adults at a United Methodist Church camp, celebrating their 137th year.
The subject they asked me to speak on was “a legacy of faith.”
As I stood in their “tabernacle,” erected long before even the oldest member of my audience was born, the value of what a true legacy is hit me.
It’s not money, though it has some value.
It’s not reputation, though a good one can often help open doors.
It’s not even tradition, which has some worth in remembering those who’ve traveled this road before us.
As I examined a picture on the wall of some of this camp’s early elders, and later compared it with the 13 teens and 2 adults that surrendered their lives to Jesus last night, it realized what a true legacy is:
Providing a generation we will never meet with the opportunity to chose Jesus.