We had just approved our next budget with a unanimous vote and voted on our new elders. The pot-luck supper was in full swing and the Q and A with the new pastor (that would be me) was drawing to a close. There was time for just a few more questions.
Then it came.
“What would your children want us to know about you?”
Now that’s an interesting question.
And I didn’t know what the answer would be.
I didn’t even know what I wanted the answer to be!
But it did get me thinking.
And so I said,
“That is a very good question. I think I want to know the answer to that question myself. I’m going to ask them.”
I’ve been thinking about it for two days.
What would my children say? What would I want them to say? Would I be embarrassed by what they said? Would I be pleased? Would it bring shame? Would it bring honor? Would their answer reduce me to weeping regret or exalting joy?
I don’t know.
And I’m haunted by that. Maybe I should be. Maybe we all should be haunted by what our adult children would say about us to others who wanted to know what made us tick and what we are living for.