Earlier in the month mom had asked if I wanted anything special for Christmas, and I asked for a read-the-Bible through Bible. There had been a few times in the year when I had seen these ladies slip away from the crowd and open theirs. I want that. I opened the 365-day Bible Christmas morning and held it in my hand. Again I feel the longing and determination. How could I be a different person next Christmas if I were to completely read through this book?
I cheated and started early, assuming that somewhere along the line this year I would have a bad day and not get the book cracked open. Now only 364 days to go.
I read Matthew 1:5. The middle of a list –all the moms and grandmas and great grandmas and great-greats in the line of Jesus. “Salmon the father of Boaz, whose mother was Rahab.”
Boaz was a good man. Attentive, compassionate, merciful. A redeemer. All we see is his tender care of a woman.
And only one word describes how he knew to treat a woman that way.
What if my only fame some day is my name in a list. And what if my entire life is only described by the influence I have had on the life of someone else?
And I know it’s this 364 days-left-to-read that will shape how my name reads on the page some day.