I’ve been thinking about Martin, thinking about Mandela.
Martin has been dead for 45 years. We just lost Madiba.
Mandela was born in 1918. Martin was born in 1929.
Martin was born 11 years after Mandela, and has been dead for 45 years.
We lose some of the beautiful ones far too early, and get to have others around for a while.
Truly, it’s not the longevity of our life, it’s the quality of our living.
May God make our lives meaningful, no matter how short or how long.
May God make our lives filled with beauty and compassion.
Our lives are a series of moments, one after another.
We live in these moments.
May there be beauty in these moments, one at a time.
May we come to serve one another, one moment at a time.
May we come to connect beautiful moments.
Longevity of our life is in God’s hands.
The quality of our living is up to us.
Make it beautiful.
Make it count.
Make it real.