When we die, only what is Christ remains.

I’ve often thought how terrible it is for people to die, then be forgotten, except for a very notable few. Most people live, go about their daily tasks, and when they die, in a short while no one is around to remember them – or to care that they are becoming forgotten. We long for immortality largely, I think, so that we will not be forgotten, as some people long for fame so that they will not be obscure.  

But nothing remains, except for Christ. I, my ego, my wishes, my dreams, my accomplishments, are nothing. Only Christ remains. Only what is of Him in me remains after I am dead. Only what is of Him in me will be able to stand before God in the Judgment.