Fame is a bee
It has a song
It has a sting
Ah, too, it has a wing.
~ Emily Dickinson ~
It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely. ~ Albert Einstein ~
The image is one thing and the human being is another... It's very hard to live up to an image, put it that way. ~ Elvis Presley ~
Don't confuse fame with success. Madonna is one; Helen Keller is the other. ~ Erma Bombeck ~
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Honey tastes sweet. In moderation, it can strengthen the body and brighten the eye. But honey can also make a person sick. So it goes with fame.
I write this as an introvert whose fear of success held up progress of my writing career. For a year after I sold my first short story I wrote nothing as I came to grips with the terrifying (and intriguing) idea I might become famous through my writing. After all, if I became famous, others might expect more from me than I could deliver. I did not volunteer the information that I was a published writer to many I knew. I had learned to dread the sudden inflection of interest in the voices of those I did tell, not to mention their questions and the way they looked at me as if I'd just sprouted wings. I wanted to shout, "Don't do that. I'm still me!"
I find it interesting that God often destines the shy ones for the spotlight. Hiding out proved difficult for me as the drive to write returned. In nonfiction, I often teach from my own experience (as now), thus baring my soul for all to see. That was somehow all right as long as I never met my readers. I can remember wanting to slink out the door of our church's foyer in embarrassment when a friend praised me to others while waving a magazine containing one of my published articles. Never mind that the article, which detailed my juvenile delinquency and subsequent salvation, had been distributed across the nation. That was different.
I've come a ways since those days. I've learned to overcome shyness by focusing on others. What is shyness, anyway, but self-focus? I've also learned to accept the possibility of fame with the courage and humility it requires, as my sacrifice to the Lord.
I've examined in detail the question of whether I should desire fame at all.
In one way, I don't believe I should. Fame is a lot like popularity in high school. Everyone knows the names of the popular people and jostles to get next to them. They are looked to as role models, but their morals may be less than exemplary. The same happens in our culture today, with the focus on Hollywood's A-Listers, whose lives often crumble from the pressures placed on them by fame.
In another way, maybe I should want fame. After all, becoming famous might bring me more readers. It would validate my efforts and provide new opportunities. Did I mention money? While it's not always (or even usually) the case that writers clean up financially, fame would probably provide more earnings.
So, should I or shouldn't I desire fame? After many years of introspection on this point, I can say: Yes and No. It depends on my motives.
If my motive is to advance my work and use my position to make a difference in the world, and I don't let it carry me into pride, then yes, it's not wrong to want that leverage. Desiring is not seeking, however. It's always best to take the low seat and let God elevate you, if He will.
I should not look to fame to help me belong, to matter, and to feel special, though. Fame, which is simply man's favor, can fly away on a whim like that fickle bee Emily Dickinson decries, leaving me high and dry. I'm better off to pursue God's favor, for He will never desert me. With that said, how much better it is to focus on the greatness of His name, rather than my own.
(Marlene Anderson normally posts on Thursdays but is dealing with a family emergency.)





