October 18, 2018
Romans 11:33… Oh the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God. how unsearchable are his judgments and how inscrutable are his ways.
36… For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be glory forever. Amen.
I have found that one of my diving pursuits in life is to matter. I wrote in a writing recently that I want to leave a worthwhile legacy. That prompted a question… “Which is more important? …legacy or reputation?”
Reputation seems to be a praiseworthy attribute; legacy is for after one is gone. But, in a way, they work together. My reputation might become my legacy. Reputation seems to be recognition on earth, while legacy does not reach the ears of the person being talked about. It happens after death.
Frank Lloyd Wright is a famous architect. He died many years ago, but his architecture lives on. Whenever someone designs in his style the praise often refers back to Frank. It is his legacy. But, he was a human; one of his houses that he designed still leaks after many attempts to stop it. It is famous for leaking. That is also part of his legacy and a serious student of architecture has to include it in a recap of his legacy. It seems to feeble old me that legacy improves over time. Reputation, on the other hand, is measured daily against the scrutiny of society. So… reputation is what it is, according to the leanings of a society; legacy is what it will be. Except in the case of God. His legacy is already established, and will not change. He was, and is, and will always be as recorded in verse 36 above. That anchors me but it also reminds me of His supreme importance. We are anchored with the greatest legacy ever recorded. Paul said to the audience in Acts 17… “In Him we live and move and have our being.”
So. Why do I struggle so? Do I want my own legacy, one that resembles that of Jesus? I think, too often, we, Christians, are in competition with God for importance. I know how ludicrous that sounds, but consider it for a moment. We live as if we ought to be important. That is one of our preoccupations. I sought that in High School, and I suspect I still do. Jim, hear this… “It’s not about you!”