What is in a Name?

   There was a sign in a little park in Americus, GA that has stayed with me since that Sunday morning a couple of weeks back when I read it for the first time.

   There are some names on this plaque that stand out. Dr. Rees who gave the land for the park in 1846, his son Lucius, who died in the battle of Petersburg in VA in 1864 and for whom the park was dedicated as a permanent memorial, General Robert E. Lee, the commander of the army in which he served.

   But there is another person on there, and he is nameless. He is not known for what name he was called, but for what he did.

   The sign reads in part:

   "Against horrendous odds, and enslaved family servant, who accompanied him to war, single-handedly returned is body to his grieving family here in Americus for burial in nearby Oak Grove Cemetery."

   Too often we strive through live to make a name for ourselves, to be relevant in the place that we live.  A name that will live on after we do. How much better to be remembered for the good that we have done, even if our name is not spoken.

   Priorities in the right order.

   Another thing I need to remember and do.