About 200 of us gathered to remember- local dignitaries
offered orations, a pastor led in prayer, and old men spoke of sacrifice and
war with tremors of emotions in their voices. The trumpets played echo taps at
the conclusion of the Memorial Day program and the mournful tune stirred a deep
emotion of empathy for those who felt the ripping of death as a result of war.
I was glad it was my privilege to participate in a slice of Americana that
improved my memory of wars past that have been fought to protect the way of
life I enjoy.
Remembering has become personal for me since Bev was called
to her Heavenly home. Even now, just 5
months since she died, I find that while she is ‘present’ in a thousand ways,
she also is fading from my daily life. As life goes on, the present replaces the
past, and that is as it should be. No one should live completely in yesterday.
However, I do treasure memories. Being
fully aware that unless I make time
to consciously recall key moments and special events, I will forget them; I choose to refresh my memory, even at the
expense of painful emotions. I drive to the cemetery to stand by the stone
placed at her grave. I sort through pictures. I tell our stories. I want to remember.
How’s your memory?
For reasons not fully understood, our memories tend to fade with time, but many
can be stirred to recall by a sound, a smell, or some other trigger. Obviously, we are glad that some things can
be forgotten, but there are moments that we should never forget. For that
reason, we have rituals that help us to remember.
God encouraged His
people to remember. After
significant moments or great victories, memorials were built for this purpose. When
God led them across the Jordan into the Promised Land, Joshua told them “Each of you is to take up a stone on his
shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the Israelites, to serve as
a sign among you. In the future, when your children ask you, ‘What do these
stones mean?’ 7 tell them that the
flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the LORD. When
it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. These stones are
to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever.” (Joshua 4:5)
Passover, the moment that birthed Israel, became an annual
event that reminded each generation who they are in the grace of God. Communion
at the Lord’s Table reminds Christians of their identity, taking them back to
Christ and His sacrifice with broken bread and the cup. Paul tells us "What you must solemnly realize is that every
time you eat this bread and every time you drink this cup, you reenact in your
words and actions the death of the Master. You will be drawn back to this meal
again and again until the Master returns." (1 Corinthians 11:26, The
Message)
That event in a Fire Hall yesterday helped me to recall the
privilege of my national heritage and the price that has been made by so many
to make America possible. I am glad that I remembered!
My Christianity is shaped by a great Sacrifice, I will
remember! My faith has been sustained by the sacrifices of thousands over the centuries,
who lived and died to transmit the faith to the next generation. I will
remember! My hope for eternity is formed
around a promise of a home in my Father’s house. I will remember.
Here is a word from the Word.
“Remember this, fix it
in mind, take it to heart, you rebels. Remember the former things, those of
long ago; I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like
me." (Isaiah 46:8-9, NIV)
"Remember your
word to your servant, for you have given me hope." (Psalm 119:49, NIV)
"I remember your
ancient laws, O LORD, and I find comfort in them." (Psalm 119:52, NIV)
"In the night I
remember your name, O LORD, and I will keep your law." (Psalm 119:55,
NIV)
Lord, help us to remember
where we have been, who we are, and the promise to which we are called in
Christ. Amen.
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This is the body that
was torn for us.
This is the blood that
was spilt-
Points to the pain You
endured for us,
Points to the shame,
the blame, the guilt.
Father, Son, and Holy
Spirit – come;
Move our hearts to
remember.
This is the Lamb who
was slain for us,
So we, the Church, may
enter in,
So bittersweet when we
think of You
The One who bore our
curse, our sin.
Father, Son, and Holy
Spirit- come;
Father, Son, and Holy
Spirit -come.
Move our hearts to
remember!
REMEMBER
Laura Story
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