It was a picture taken in the late 20s or early thirties of a one-room schoolhouse in my hometown where multiple grades attended school. Someone had the students line up, facing the camera, with the schoolhouse in the background. The most amazing thing about the photograph was the fact that none of the students were wearing shoes. They were in their bare feet.
I had someone research who these children were and was pleased that I knew them as “the greatest generation.” One served in the Navy in WW2, while his brother was in the second wave at Normandy. I preached his funeral when he passed in his eighties. They are all gone now and only pictures and memories remain.
That will be us someday- just pictures and memories.
The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away.
For we are strangers before you and sojourners, as all our fathers were. Our days on the earth are like a shadow, and there is no abiding.
Look at the camera and smile because someday someone will be looking at you, wondering who you are.
Give it some thought.
Gary