Gone and Forgotten

            “After you leave here, in six months nobody will remember you.”  Those were the words of my first boss at a small town country radio station in Nebraska.  Sound depressing?  That’s just how things are in the revolving door personalities game of radio.  The fact is, someone from that area would have to be over 30 to even remember the radio station!  It was bought out in the mid 1980’s, changed frequency, and the studios were moved to a larger town 30 miles away.

            Memories are not always trustworthy.  They’re slippery and illusive.  Do you really remember what you think you do?  Someone else’s perception of a given incident might be different than yours.  When my sisters start talking about things that happened when we were kids, I soon become convinced that I grew up elsewhere.  They think I grew up on another planet anyway.  Think of all the people and things you don’t remember.  What was the number one song last year at this time?  Did you get lucky on that one?  OK, what did you eat for breakfast a week ago Tuesday?  Does it matter?

            That leads me to my point.  There are thousands and thousands of trivial things that take place in our lives that just don’t count for much of anything past the moment, so we don’t remember them.  What’s more, things we think we should remember, we often don’t.  That’s why we write them down, look them up in a book, or consult with another person to jog our memories.

            I don’t know what’s in your past, but chances are you won’t make the history books anywhere.  Few will remember you, and for how long?  It’s really hard to make history anyone pays attention to.  I had a great aunt who designed the 49 star field for the American flag, but her daughter is having a hard time getting much recognition for this.  Even if the president declared a national holiday for the renowned accomplishments of the late, great Mrs. H. M., how much would it really matter?

            How about a little perspective from Solomon in Ecclesiastes 2:16-24?  You’ll have to hunt for the encouragement in this one, but it’s there.  “For there is no remembrance of the wise more than of the fool for ever; seeing that which now is in the days to come shall all be forgotten. And how dieth the wise man? as the fool. Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit. Yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun: because I should leave it unto the man that shall be after me. And who knoweth whether he shall be a wise man or a fool? yet shall he have rule over all my labour wherein I have laboured, and wherein I have shewed myself wise under the sun. This is also vanity. Therefore I went about to cause my heart to despair of all the labour which I took under the sun. For there is a man whose labour is in wisdom, and in knowledge, and in equity; yet to a man that hath not laboured therein shall he leave it for his portion. This also is vanity and a great evil. For what hath man of all his labour, and of the vexation of his heart, wherein he hath laboured under the sun? For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity. There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour. This also I saw, that it was from the hand of God.”

            God won’t forget His own.  Their names are written down.  “And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire.” (Rev. 20:15).

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