Fame is a word that creates so many visual images and consequential emotional flashes. It is a difficult word to break down into one sentence.
As children we day-dream of being a movie star, or a great singer, or a top athlete, making money and buying anything we want; but most of all we desire the recognition of being known by everyone.
When I think of notoriety I think of my name being a household word and of that status bringing me great amounts of money.
Fame does bring money to us, does it not?
Well, that depends upon that for which we are well known.
We could be famous for negative reasons, for activities that have made our name a household word, but not for purposes of which we should be proud. Generally, infamy does not generate money, although there are those who sometimes find a way to make it profitable.
It appears that occasionally some are appointed to being well known. It seems they are not required to pursue it, but they none the less must pay the price. Being in the publicís view has both rewards and requirements.
I recall when a very famous North Carolinian, a television super-star was hospitalized in the hospital at which I worked. I did not go into her room because it was not necessary for me to so; however, there were many of the staff who tried to find a reason to go into her sick room only to look her. What a price to pay for fame that you cannot be sick without insensitive and inquisitive observers.
Who are those who because of their notoriety are both heralded and scorned? They are a son or a daughter. They are a sister or a brother. They are a baby born to a family who was sweet and innocent needing total care. They are the child who tried and failed and succeeded. There is none of us different than the others. We each have our blessings and crosses.
Some have the responsibility of too much, and some of only enough, and some of need. Some handle the place they hold in grace, and some flounder in disgrace, while some stand in place never moving far from the position they find to live life within.
Some are well known and recognized; and some live all their days in near obscurity, often known by only a few other persons.
Does any of it really matter? That is a deep question.
Our identity is not realized in being known in the world, or by not being known except by a few persons. Our worth is not measured by money.
Each of us is valuable in the eyes of God. To be known by the Creator of the Universe is the highest of all recognitions.
He says to us that He knows us so well that He knows the numbers of hairs on each personís head.
I am famous! God of Heaven knows me and His angels are all around watching me.
What does my fame bring to me? Things of great recompense; security, hope, all the resources that I need for living, wisdom to see the path upon which to walk for safety and prosperity, events that are tailor made for me by the God Who has a plan, and Who promises to hold me safely in His hand.
Yes, it may be that you have never heard my name, and my banker may not run to the door when I enter the Bank, but I am known and loved and heard by the God Who made the Earth and every day holds all things together.
Could anything be better? I am so blessed. Truly, I could not want more.
Fame is a state of mind,
not wealth nor
recognition of mankind.
The wealth we seek
is but mirage,
the hope of what we need.
When we identify with Him,
we find One
Whom our desires exceed.