One of the romantic things about being a writer is that after you are gone people will still be able to know you in a way. A piece of you left behind just like an artist, an architect and many other professions that create.
Not everything written is preserved well, but this is not what I am referring to when I say our words won’t last. I know I do not hold all the mysteries of the universe in my mind and most of what I plunk out with pen and keyboard is meaningless.
I just wrestle with things I know and think and think I know.
Even in this computer era where we are cautioned that everything we say and every picture we upload will last forever–what is forever to us? The extent of our lives? But that isn’t the real forever.
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away: But the word of the Lord endureth for ever. 1 Peter 1:24-25
Kingdoms will rise and fall, revivals will ebb and flow, apostasy will threat and fade–yes, even the earth will be destroyed. But God has promised that his words, his living word will last forever.