As a student I worked in a coffee bar. It was nothing special but I did enjoy the interactions with the public. There was one couple in particular who used to visit for 2 lattes and one slice of cake to share. Mr & Mrs Chambers. They were an elderly couple who always had a smile and a kind word to say. Their visits were once a week but over the year became less and less. I spoke with them regularly when I served them and we got to know each other, if only a little.
One day they came in later than normal and Mr Chambers asked if he could have a quick word with me. Knowing my boss was a bit of battleaxe, I decided that 5 minutes with Mr Chambers was well worth a telling off, so I sat with him. He was frail but his speech and clarity had not left him. He handed me a box and in it was a beautifully wrapped King James Bible. I will never forget the words he spoke. “Son, I have built my life on this book. I have built my marriage and my children on this book and I pray that you will continue to do the same”. That was the last time I would ever see Mr Chambers. He died shortly afterwards.
In that moment, that seemed quite insignificant as I was cleaning an espresso machine, Mr Chambers passed to me something that every generation is crying out for; a map to the ancient paths as a guide on how to walk them. I feel very humbled to have received that gift. And very humbled to have known Mr Chambers. He knew the power of handing a legacy from one generation to another. Re-telling this story still makes a tear come to my eye.
Every generation will pass something on to the next. We must ensure that we pass on all the wisdom, all the knowledge and all the freedom we can.
When I arrive in heaven, I will find Mr Chambers and I’ll give him a hug. He was a beautiful man.
Much love. Rob