Stop and think about how many people have physically walked where you have walked. If the ground beneath you could somehow be X-rayed to show the footprints of those gone on before...I wonder how many well-kept, green yards used to be plowed by mules...how many homes are built on old, one room cabin foundations? If the massive, 50 foot tall pecan tree (that overlooks the south-side of this church building) could speak, I wonder what Christian families gathered under the shade of his limbs?
I wonder how many feet have passed over the very spot where I sit as I'm writing this? How many aged elders, seasoned preachers, and great men of the faith chiseled their spiritual mark on this 180 year-old place? Although their physical existence has long since vanished away (James 4:14), their message of Gospel truth can still be heard today.
Someday soon, all that we will leave...is footprints in the sands of time. The vapor of life will fade, and all that will be left is the distant warmth of a memory. Soon we'll be asking, like Isaac: "I am now old...and ponder the day of my death." (Genesis 27:2) If generations to come found your footprints...where would your tracks take them?
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