I’ve just completed my second book. As a hobby, I’ve spent the past 30 years or so studying the life of my great-great grandfather, an early pioneer to this county. That search has taken me to cemeteries in Pennsylvania, courthouses in Ohio, and genealogical libraries in Indiana. I finally collected about all the information available on this family’s life, and put it together in story form woven around current historic events of the day.
Now, no one is interested in reading the book except those descended from him, mostly my cousins. I’ll never be able to recoop my costs, so I give them away as Christmas gifts to family. But the book gives me a great feeling of completion as I set this phase of my research behind me.
The Bible says my name is written in another Book and will never be erased. It is the Book of Life. I wonder what people will write about my life someday. Will the collection of my life’s events interest anyone? That remains to be seen. But the important thing, says Jesus, is that my name is found in the Book.