According to Nelson Henderson, “The true meaning of life is to plant trees under whose shade you do not expect to sit.” He is remembered only because his son Wes wrote a fairly simple and poorly edited work chronicling his family’s life in the Swan River Valley of Canada. Henderson moved from Ireland to settle in Ontario, moved further west to settle in Manitoba. He fought in the trenches during World War I and returned to marry, farm, and raise three children.
Perhaps the most enduring lesson of the book was this single aphorism that his son Wes attributes to his father. But if you were going to be remembered for a single sentiment, there are worse life philosophies for which to be remembered.
Most of us are taught to assume that the efforts we make in this life should somehow rebound to our own credit. And most of the goals we are encouraged to achieve are closely associated with the narrow horizons of our own lives. Some of us, sadly, even measure what succeeding generations should or should not have based upon our own fortunes.
But Henderson’s image might provide a new window into his life that provides us a fresh perspective. When we talk about the sacrifice of Jesus we tend to think in categories that apply to him alone as Son of God or as Savior, or we think in terms of the ultimate sacrifice that Jesus made on the cross.
But in identifying with our lives, there was also something far more mundane, commonplace, and daily in the shape of his spirituality — planting trees whose shade he knew he would not enjoy. It was that self giving that shaped not just a few moments in his life, but shaped the character of the way in which he lived
And that is something we can all do.