I was recently asked what I would like to have engraved on my headstone. I came up with a few answers - some funny, others serious. Later, I realized that it was not the question I would have asked. A headstone speaks to anyone around. It is meant to convey a brief message to friends and strangers alike. Rather, I spent time consider what I hope people (who know me) say about me when I'm gone. I could type some here, but I'd rather just let the question linger a bit. It says a lot about priorities and values. I'm not sure if my answers are "right". I'm pretty sure they'll get better with time. I do hope I live a life that gives others something good to say when it's done. Part of that sentiment is certainly selfish - I want to leave a good legacy, but part of it is purposeful.

If my life can convey the joy of my purpose and experience, then I will have reflected the face of my Father, and that will echo in eternity. I'm uncovering pieces of that, and it's very cool. I want El to always have a sense of purpose - no teenage angst - no wandering twenty-something. Too much of life (even a good life) is spent in denial of purpose. We search as if there is some Truth which has not been made plain as the sun in the sky or the grass in the lawn. We're never satisfied that the reality we need to grasp is right under our feet and in our hands and on the faces we see. We look for more because we want to believe that it can't be that simple. It is that simple. It's so simple that it contains all of existence. Every star in the sky and every grain of sand on the beach. All of it screams the thing we need to hear. "I love you." It's that simple.