Category Archives: Legacy

How Do You Want to Be Remembered?


As the landing wheels of our airplane hit the ground at Midway Airport, John’s phone started to blow up with texts. Billy Graham had just died. John’s team began scrambling to provide tech support for a press conference at Wheaton College. You can see it here:

On the way home from the airport, I read aloud a Christianity Today article about this remarkable man. You can read it and several other articles here:

That evening, NBC news played a clip of an interview with Rev. Graham in which he said, “I would like to be remembered as a person who was faithful to God and faithful to my call and did it with integrity and with love.“  I would say that he succeeded in that goal, wouldn’t you? Remarkable!

“I want to be remembered as a man of integrity.”-2

All of this reading and reflecting on the life of Rev. Billy Graham has made me think about how intentionally he lived his life and how he kept his eyes on Jesus. How I long to do the same! I’ve found myself turning Rev. Graham’s words into a prayer: “Dear God, help me to be faithful to you and faithful to my call and do it with integrity and love.” Join me in this prayer?

Grateful for you! Cheering you on in this connected life with all its bumps.





A Legacy of Kindness

This day, this federal holiday, we set ourselves to remember. We remember those who died serving our country, we visit graves and leave flowers, and we speak of those we loved.

I just returned from a weekend of remembering.

In a small New England church packed to overflowing, we celebrated the life of a remarkable man—my great uncle, Allen Raymond.

So what made him remarkable?

Certainly his civic contributions to Westport and beyond, his tenacious building of the magazine Teaching K-8, raising five thoughtful, creative children, living an open-door life of hospitality. . . .

And then countless, quiet, one-on-one acts of kindness.  I have to tell you about one.

On Sunday, the day after the memorial service,  my first cousin, once removed (that’s a mouthful!) invited us to the cottage on Long Island Sound—my great uncle’s summer home and happy place. John and I pulled into a public lot and said to the parking attendant, “We’re visiting relatives at the cottage of Allen Raymond and wonder where we can park.”

“Allen Raymond? You know Allen Raymond? He is my sweetheart. Just pull around and park here. No charge.”

When John asked how she knew my great uncle, she said simply, “He talked to me. Who talks to a parking attendant? He talked to me.”

As we walked toward the cottage, I prayed silently, “Oh, Lord, always remind me of this day, of my great-uncle. Let me never forget to take the time to notice others and to give the gift of a kind word.”

How thankful I am to have known Allen Raymond and to have celebrated a life well-lived. As the Apostle Paul wrote in Philippians 1:3, “I thank my God every time I remember you.”