Our daughter and I went to the U.S. Open tennis tournament. Before the women’s championship final, they introduced the great women champions of yesteryear, starting with the oldest. There were a few polite claps. As each former star was introduced, the applause picked up a little. By the time they called Chris Evert’s name the stands thundered approval!
As I sat observing this, I wondered how many years it would be before Chris Evert was only getting a few polite claps from a handful of courteous fans. To answer the question “Who am I?” in terms of our fame and worldly accomplishment is to select an identity that will soon fade away.
Until every church disciples every man...
(Adapted from the 25th Anniv. Ed. of The Man in the Mirror)