If there’s one thing I love, it’s to see my name on the cover
of a book.
You, too?
Neither of us would object, either, if our names outsized
the titles of the books, sure signals that our literary babies, regardless of
title (The Love Song of the Garbage Man? Vampire
Recipes?) have hit The New York Times
Best-seller List.
Yet some of the most famous literary works in history
were written by people whose names have never appeared in Publishers Weekly, ancient epic poems such as Gilgamesh and Beowulf,
and stories like Arabian Nights. Think
of the long-term marketing opportunities those authors missed. Not to mention,
the royalties.
The Bible itself embraces numerous works written by
“Anonymous,” including some of my favorite Psalms and the book of Hebrews. Not
surprising, I suppose, as the Bible teems with unnamed God-followers who thumbed
their noses at earthly “immortality” and instead, imprinted His name on
history.
All of us, for love of Jesus, have written or edited
anonymously at one time or another. We've banished lousy spelling and offending apostrophes from congregational song lyrics, bulletins, and signs; rewritten church holiday programs and VBS
skits that feature Dick and Jane; and slogged
through eager friends' and relatives’ manuscripts that make us want to disappear into the
Writer Protection Program.
Though no spotlights shine on us for such service, and
our names may be forgotten on earth, they will show up one day, shiny and indelible, in the book that
really counts.
The Book of Life.



