We all want to be famous at some level. I know I have wanted to make a name for myself ever since college days. There is something written in our fabric that aches for this beyond words. And if we can’t honestly admit to wanting fame, we can all at least say we want our lives to count. To feel like a zero, that our lives don’t matter, that no one would notice if we were gone–all of these are thoughts that drive some to suicide. It’s not that our ache for fame is sinful. It’s part of being stamped in God’s likeness, for he certainly does matter. But it’s how we live out that ache that leads us astray, that leads us into comparing ourselves, putting others down, fighting to get to the top. We all somehow imagine that making a name in front of others will give us the power and prestige that will make us feel significant. But we are deceived. At the top is nothing but empty air, immense pressure, and deep disappointment. The misery and sadness of many famous people is well-known.
It occurred to me some time ago that our greatest fame in life is not only who we are in Christ, but also that we can come before the Father in prayer. Our greatest significance is the ear that listens when we ask. It is the eye that sees and knows. To stand before the King of all and have an audience is the fulfillment of this great longing. The Bible calls this our glory.
I know this is hard to believe. To stand alone before God and feel that this is our deepest fame may seem ludicrous at times. But to begin to experience this, even for just a moment, squelches that sense of absurdity. When we pray this way, we feel most sane, most alive, most significant. For our prayer really does affect him. Our heart cries really do matter to him. That’s our glory, the glory we have lost and can now find again.