This is what we read in Isaiah 40. That’s bad news for anyone who thinks they’re important. Great statesmen of my youth are hardly known or remembered by today’s young people. Life has moved on. When i wrote a biography of a well-known missionary who worked in China who died about 70 years ago, someone asked me why I was now writing fiction. They had never heard of her. Our immediate family and perhaps a couple of generations on will remember us, but then we too will be forgotten. If all goes well we will live about hundred years, then it will be a matter of here today and forgotten tomorrow.
This is not a sad thought because there is One who will never forget us. He remembers us and loves us so much that our name is written on His hand. we are constantly in His thoughts and He only wants the best for us. We can’t really ask for more than that.