Jesus Wins: A Blog about Trains, Tozer and the Fame of Every Person Who Ever Lived

So A.W. Tozer wrote the Pursuit of God on a train, or so I hear. I read that book when I was in college and thought it was ingenious however I don’t remember much about now six years down the road. Nonetheless, if he can write something like that on a train ride void of spotty WiFi and a power outlet for his lap top, I thought that I could throw on some Amos Lee and forge at least a blog for the stint between Chatsworth and Fullerton, where I’ll disembark.

It’s a bit of a trip to ride along the coast and watch the water from San Luis Obispo gradually turn into the ocean water in Southern Claifornia. It all looks the same, but I’ve been in that water and I’ll tell you that water from SLO is a lot colder, but to me even Orange County waters are still largely unbearable. Stranger still to realize that this Pacific Ocean is going to stretch all the way across to Oceania and Indonesia where it meets that warm Indian Ocean that I fell in love with as we swam off the coast of northern Tanzania last month.

It makes you realize just how big this world is. I’m passing a parking lot near Van Nuys right now that has hundreds of cars. Each of those cars have an owner that was drives it and I’m just in one city in the metropolis of LA. We’re talking a lot of people.

It makes me wonder about being known, fame, notoriety, the whole deal. There’s this desire in my flesh to be famous. I’m not necessarily saying like Kobe Bryant or Jennifer Aniston famous, but just to have a few thousand subscribers to my Facebook feed or blog that will pad my ego and tell me that I’m important. They could do it because of the ministry in Tanzania or because of my stand-out blog in the sea of virtual voices (reaching? Entirely), but just so long as people validate me and know me.

That’s a bit of a vain pursuit though. About a hour ago I was looking out over the water before the scenery turned urban and I just realized yet again that its not about me. None of us are going to leave a substantial enough legacy worth much more than the next person. I don’t say this to get down on myself or other people. I’m comfortable with who I am and those that I’m important to: my wife, my family, certain friends. I’m just trying to be level-headed and you probably already realize where I’m going with this.

Take Tozer for example, a man of God, an accomplished preacher and author. For our Moody friends, you probably have a special affinity for him. Realistically though, is my daughter ever going to read him twenty years from now when she’s in college. Maybe. Would her children? Have you ever read Tozer? Somewhere along the line, his work will be replaced by somebody else’s and the world as we know it will continue.

I don’t know much about my great grandfathers. Of the four of them, I know two of their names. Of those two, one of them that’s all I know. This says nothing about their worth, what they accomplished in their lives or what they meant to those in their lives. But it goes to show that the fame and legacy of each person is severely limited.

Unless that person is Jesus. As I looked out over the water and realized that my legacy is limited, in the same thought I realize that His is infinite. It isn’t merely that He has been the most influential person of the last 2,000 years, its that His glory, His fame exist eternally before the creation of the world and on to the forever future. That’s a lot of fame, immeasurably so.

It really is not about us, its not about me and its not about you. The only way to ensure our purpose and our very lives is to attach them to His purpose and His life. He is worth living for. He is the Lord, the famous One.

Author: Brandon Stiver

I am a minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, living and working in Moshi, Tanzania. My wife is named Melissa and we have three children: Moses, Promise and Shepherd. We are directors over an orphan care ministry called Kingdom Families; advocating for the needs of orphans and vulnerable children and assisting families to welcome them into their homes as sons and daughters.

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