Tonight is Samhain, the ancient Gaelic festival marking summer's end, and the start of the year's dark half.
Because of that, I thought I would take a moment to tell you a seasonal story.
New College, Oxford, England is actually one of the oldest colleges in the word -- founded in 1379.
Like many colleges, it has a great dining hall with massive old-growth oak beams across the top. These beams are 45-feet long and as large as two feet square on their ends.
A century and a half ago, a building inspector went up into the roof of the dining hall with a penknife and poked at the beams and found they were full of beetle bore.
This news was reported to the College Trustees, who met the news with dismay. Beams this large were very hard, if not impossible, to come by. Where would they ever get beams of this caliber again? One of the younger Trustees suggested there might be some large oaks on distant College lands, and why not consult the College Forester to see if any were available?
And so two of the Trustees went down to see the College Forester who lived very far away and had only once set foot on the college campus himself.
After introducing themselves to the College Forester, the Trustees asked if, perhaps, there might be one or two oaks in the woods that were large enough to be used to sister two or three of the weakest beams in the hall.
The Forester sucked on a tooth and said, “Well sirs, we was wonderin’ when you’d be askin’.”
It turned out that when the College was founded thousands of oak trees had been planted to replace building beams when they became beetle-y, because oak beams always become beetle-y in the end.
This plan, set out in 1450, had been passed down from one College Forester to the next for over four hundred years. Each generation of Foresters would tell the next: “You don’t cut them oaks. Them there is for the College Hall.”
And so, when the inevitable attack of time and beetles did show up, an ancient stand of Oaks had already been waiting for more than 200 years.
Is this story true? Most of it.
It is, without a doubt, a very good tale of foresight, the inevitable attack of time and outside forces, and the need to budget and plan for the maintenance of all things which we truly cherish.
What do we cherish, and what are we doing today to make sure those things continue for the next generation to come?
All of us are truly fortunate.
We stroll through parks, train stations, and libraries financed and built by others who dreamed not only big, but planned for generations to come.
On a hot day we rest in the shade of trees we did not plant.
In times of crisis we may go to a house of worship that waited 100 years for us to enter.
When pressed, we all recognize that we stand on the shoulders of giants.
But do we also give full weight to the fact that we also stand on the shoulders of common people who laid train tracks, planted trees, and hewed the pews on which we sit today?
Too many of us wait for a Big Win to "pay it forward," but in truth the great buildings of the world were not created in a day, but laid up one brick at a time, and paid for by common people who paid a penny on every dollar earned just to make it so.
A penny on the dollar.
It is not much.
And yet from such simple gifts flow everything we are today as a nation – and will be tomorrow.
As this year comes to a close, think about the things you value, and make a "penny pledge" to help sustain those things, and pass them on to the next generation in the year ahead.
The absolute size of your contribution does not matter.
For some it will be small, for others massive.
Around the world, charity is not judged by size, but by percent.
If all you can afford this season is a single acorn, then plant that acorn carefully and with an open heart.
Not every acorn will grow to become an important beam at Oxford, but every beam at Oxford began its life as a simple acorn.
Make the penny pledge, and let Mother Nature and Father Time take care of the rest.