Today marks the day that I will be officially older than my brother who died from Motor Neuron Disease two years ago. He is (I suppose) Judd in the story.
It seems unfair. A life cut short in his prime, slowly and degradingly. His life was brought
to a point of limitation. He went so far and could no more.
My days on this earth have now surpassed his. I can weep inside for what potential he may have had but his was never an easy life, for reasons I could never share. We have all felt some relief
that it is all over.
What I believe now though, is that the blessings coming from my brother’s death could not have happened with his continued presence. Only hindsight can prove this true, and hindsight is the easiest of wisdoms to come by.
Perhaps the hero’s in our lives, especially godly hero’s, are limited too. I mean, perhaps everyone has a purpose and a talent or two that is God’s ideal for that person, and when it is done and reached the people He needed it to, then
they are truly happy because they did what they were called to in full.
Our duty therefore, is to build on top of the platform our heroes have constructed, so God’s name can be proclaimed greater and louder and with more wisdom! There is
a reason for everything. It may be that it is your time to step up on our own and go further into the things of God that could not have happened if you stayed under that shadow of your guide.
So maybe with my wonderful brother, everything we learnt
from his life will be a foundation to build up the faith of my family and myself, and anyone who hears our version of the history of the world in The Book of Life that Leonard Told.