I am a humbug. I make believe I do not need help and I am entirely self-sufficient, but that road leads to obscurity.
“The world will little note nor long remember what I say here,” I say, but deep inside I hope to say something that will resonate in 162 years. Will you remember me when I’m gone? Will you note what I say here? Or am I dust in the wind, a blip on the radar that barely registers, a bug flattened on the universe’s windshield?
It’s more likely the dust/blip/bug scenario is more accurate, and maybe that’s OK, if only something I say echoes down the road. Maybe someone will refuse to be afraid of the fear mongers. Maybe someone will say, “I once heard a guy remind me that Jesus said ‘Love your neighbor’ and added that we are all neighbors.” Or maybe, more likely, he won’t even remember the guy, only the message.
And that’s OK — the message is the important thing, not the messenger. Just as you shouldn’t shoot the messenger, neither should you lift him up as if he’s more important than the message.
Perhaps that’s the takeaway from this session: More important than remembering the messenger is the message itself, passing it along to the next generation to pass to the next after that.
