I was talking with my wife about a popular Christian author,
and she commented that his last several books have been recycled from earlier
ones. I heard another writer, a favorite of mine, joke that all his many books
are about the same basic truth.
In music you might call this a “one-hit wonder” - somebody who made a career singing variations of one great song.
I know there are a few wonderfully imaginative, endlessly brilliant people out there whose creativity bubbles up like a fountain all their lives. They seem always to be able to share new ideas, different plots and characters, diverse themes and insights. But most of us aren’t that creative. We may have one or two good ideas in our whole life, and so if you’re a teacher or writer or composer (or blogger), you might eventually sound like a broken record.
In music you might call this a “one-hit wonder” - somebody who made a career singing variations of one great song.
I know there are a few wonderfully imaginative, endlessly brilliant people out there whose creativity bubbles up like a fountain all their lives. They seem always to be able to share new ideas, different plots and characters, diverse themes and insights. But most of us aren’t that creative. We may have one or two good ideas in our whole life, and so if you’re a teacher or writer or composer (or blogger), you might eventually sound like a broken record.
We’ve all had friends or loved ones who launch into the same
story over and over again. "Stop me if you've heard this one before," they might say. Sometimes we listen politely and laugh in the right
spots. Or we may get impatient and interrupt: "Yeah, Grandpa, you already told that
one…”
Maybe I am approaching the broken record stage in my own life. Maybe I’ve run out of ideas. But I think it makes all the difference what story you keep telling.
Maybe I am approaching the broken record stage in my own life. Maybe I’ve run out of ideas. But I think it makes all the difference what story you keep telling.
When the Lord takes me home, and I’m no longer writing or telling
stories, I would be pleased if what people remembered
is that the story I kept telling, the song I kept singing, was how wonderful my Savior is. Actually, I don't mind at all if they've heard it before. I intend to kept telling it.
I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner, condemned, unclean.
O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
Is my Savior’s love for me!