Fame Is Fleeting

All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. (Is 40:6b)

In the larger scope of history, one man’s life is just a brief moment. All our accomplishments soon fade. They fall into disrepair and are soon forgotten. Only a very few are remembered at all. Yet people strive to be remembered. They long for immortality. How tragic that so many would seek such ephemeral fame. How poor and unsatisfactory an immortality it is, to exist only in the memory of others – and that for only a few generations. The truth, unrecognized by these glory seekers, is that we are all immortal. Yet if we spend our lives building monuments to ourselves it is all in vain and will be forgotten. If we spend our lives for God's glory, it will be to our everlasting reward. Lord, help me to store up treasure in heaven, to build on your foundation in gold, silver and costly stones. Let my works be to your glory, not mine. Amen.