I grew up in an age where companies employed individuals for life. From university to retirement, mutual commitment came slowly but surely. Both sides knew what the other would do at each stage of the journey. When it was all over, service was recognised with deep appreciation. I am not sure when the gold watch symbol was abandoned, but it has gone the way of many recognition traditions.
As I considered the etching on a St. George Church, I wondered if this was a centuries-old way of recognising individual contributions. Is this the ultimate statement of a life well lived, of the contribution which stood the test of time?
As the ideas lingered, I found myself considering the outcomes of freedom, a life lived, a day accomplished. As one day is an indicator of the year to come and the year of a life to be lived, life’s whispers grew as I considered the day ahead.
Each day tells a story of how one sees and values freedom. Choices are made. Actions taken. Experiences shared. Each is a distinct story. Together they paint a small picture in the mosaic that is my life. On certain days when I look back, old questions remain; “Do you call that a free life? What did you get out of it? Nothing you’re proud of now. Where did it get you? A dead end.” (Romans 6.21)
Each day gives one something that can be used to make tomorrow better. In greatness and failure, in heartbreak and celebration, life offers us insight, opportunities to learn, and the freedom to grow. The traditions I establish for myself in understanding yesterday with honesty and compassion, kindness and love, will shape my growth within and my actions moving forward.
Golden watches have been a thing of the past for more than a decade. Carvings of individuals often seem consigned to past centuries. Life whispers remind me of the importance of appreciating each day, celebrating love and community, and reaching for kindness. Embracing each action moves what I recognise into my heart and soul.
