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Why I Don't Know 7 Billion People

I read an article from a blogger who didn't know Tobymac. If you just said who, stop reading my blog. No, really. (Unless you meant to ask who the blogger is...then you may continue reading.)

I've known Tobymac since the first DCTalk album, more than 20 years ago. And quite frankly, I am still optimistic for a DCTalk reunion. It's one of only a few acceptable reasons I have to wet myself in public. And yes, I purposely went old school for a picture of my fave band.


Needless to say, I was shocked to hear of someone who didn't know him, because Tobymac has dominated  the subculture of which I am a part.

But why should we be surprised? There are 7 billion people on earth.

We can't all possibly know everybody. What does this say about significance? Even the most famous are not known the world over. And even the super-famous only last for a time. I'm pretty certain Solomon covered this in his cheery book Ecclesiastes. He got it, so should we. Fame, like beauty, is fleeting.

I was talking with teens a few weeks ago, when i mentioned Billy Graham. Their response was 'Who?'

WHO?

Then I mentioned Mother Teresa. More blank stares. You gotta be kidding me.

If a couple of household names from even just 10 years ago are so quickly forgotten, I suppose it's too much to assume my 15 minutes, if it comes, will be more than just a minor blip in a tiny corner of this world.

I don't know 7 billion people and they don't know me. I'm okay with that. I'm still searching for insignificance.
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