So here I am on the last weekday of summer. Hanging the last poster on the wall. Putting the last chair in place. Staring in wonder, imagining the children that will soon fill my classroom with song and laughter and games (and some hair pulling and tongue biting as well to be sure!). I asked my roommate to meet me for lunch at my favorite little place downtown. It's best on the weekdays and it will be a long time before we have the time to go again. We will soon be busy again. And this is our last chance.
But there's something else to the word "last." I found out last night that my third grade teacher, my favorite teacher ever, passed away this week. I'll be part of a choir singing in a different funeral tomorrow. And I'm thinking about what I would do if I knew something really was my last chance. Oh how I want to live a life that will last!
I want to be a part of something that will last. I want to pour my life out for love and kingdom work. I want to inspire children, go out of my way to make them feel valued and loved the way Elizabeth Jones did. I want to love like crazy with the love of the Lord the way Ronnie Lorenz did. This man who had an amazing wife and passed me the communion trays many a week. Summer fades. Winter fades too. Desserts and valleys and mountaintops are all temporary. Love is the greatest of all things that last.