Leaving...

I went to a funeral today for a sociology professor at West Virginia Wesleyan College. His son was talking about him -- part of what he said about his dad was that he was an Eagle Scout, and that he believed in leaving the camp site better than he found it.

In a previous post this week, I talked about how we prepare the way. Perhaps it's just as important to notice how we exit -- when we look back, are we leaving where we were or who we were with better than when we arrived?

Do the people who come in contact with us leave with a lighter heart, a clearer view of God, or a stronger spirit for having been around us?

Is grace felt with more clarity? Does peace surround those who come close to us with a more loving grip? Does joy enlighten the souls of those who walk with us?

Do we leave the campground in better shape than we found it?