A Legacy Life
This is Vernant Park, my home church. I went back today for the funeral of my Aunt Evelyn. She was 96 years old. A few weeks earlier, my mother and I visited her in the nursing home where she was on a 21-day bed rotation waiting to go home. She talked about her life with her husband and children, about the church, and about the full life she lived. She said that when the time came, she was ready to die. She was, indeed, ready, dying in the same home where she was born and raised. She was a sweet friend to my momma, calling to check on her daily after my father passed away six years ago. She will be missed.
This is Vernant Park, my home church. I was saved here when I was 10 years old and was married here when I was 18. My paternal grandparents, aunts, uncles, and father are buried here and one day I’ll be buried here too. As I sat in the pew today, singing those oh-so-familiar hymns, sung by familiar voices, I was reminded of the legacy of the lives that have gone on before us. I heard my mother singing next to me and could even hear my father’s baritone voice singing to the top of his lungs. (My father had a voice like that of George Beverly Shea and I am still moved to tears when I hear him sing, now at the ripe old age of 103.)
This is Vernant Park, my home church. This is where, in a slower time, you could find Mr. Ira, who, as a hard working farmer with many sons, would come dressed in his Sunday best, closing his eyes as he listened to the pastor. Sitting next to him would be his wife, Ms. Bobbie, who played the piano in a slow country way. In this church, Mr. Nelson Hurley, a very large, single man with a friendly face, wore his best overalls. There too you would find Aunt Nettie with her snuff, Uncle Ed who believed no man set foot on the moon, and Aunt Ernestine who I grow more like each day. So many lives have passed through these doors, influencing me and others in great ways and small. They, together with others, have fashioned me into the person I am today. All left a legacy.
“To those who have built a Godly legacy, their dust can praise God from the grave and proclaim His truth.”
From 2012 Project 365 + 1