Note: This is the fourth and final (planned) post in our ghostwriting series. Sorry they've been so spread out. Be sure to check out the first three posts: Moral, Famous, and Voice. If you've got questions, enjoyed the series, or just want to say hi, feel free to leave it in the comments.
As soon as I hang up the phone accepting a new ghostwriting offer, I'm giddy. I run around the house like a crazy woman; I giggle uncontrollably. You'd have to try really hard to remove the smile from my face.
Like good family and friends, people who see me ask why I'm so excited.
Here's the thing about ghostwriting: I can't tell them. The job of a ghostwriter is to be invisible. That includes not telling people she wrote that book, article, letter, piece.
When my family/friends ask, sometimes I tell them I have a new ghostwriting opportunity. Sometimes I just smile and smile and smile. Sometimes I'm a bad secret-keeper and blurt out my new opportunity. I am so excited I just can't keep it inside of me. Like a small child who purchased a parent a Christmas present, that present will not remain a secret until Christmas no matter how hard the child tries.
In the original ending of the Gospel of Mark, the women leave the empty tomb and don't tell anyone what they saw.
What if the story ended there?
What if they kept the resurrection of Christ a secret?
Imagine how different life would be. For you. For me. Imagine how different history would be.
Yet don't we do that all of the time? If you call yourself a Christian, then inside of you is the secret of the ressurected Christ. That good news should evoke the same emotion in you that ghostwriting does for me (only moreso). Unceasing smiles, uncontrollable laughter, looking so silly that people ask you what's up.
Um, hello, your debt has been paid in blood and you get to call the Creator of the universe "Daddy."
And I get excited over writing in someone else's name.
Through Christ, we get to live in someone else's name. Forever.
If you're ghostwriting for the Lord, you've got to blurt your "secret."
Are you a child-like ghostwriter bursting to tell or are you leaving the tomb in fear?