Sunday, March 11th, '18
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MY MEMORY SERVES ME RIGHT
that you do not forget..." (Deuteronomy 8:11)
Memorial Day, when Americans ride boats, eat
charred hotdogs, get sunburned and maybe get drunk. A few put flowers by
headstones. Still others mow yards or pump gas. Whether you celebrate it or not
it seems right that out of 365 days of every other kind of mental strain and
thinking we ought to have at least one for remembering. Jesus said, "Do this in
remembrance of me". He is a great rememberer. (And a great forgetter too. "And
their sins and iniquities I will remember no more" (Hebrews 10:17).
You've heard the line "if my memory serves me
right". That faculty is a most necessary servant. History repeats itself when
history isn't carefully taught. Have we forgotten the dreams born at Plymouth
Rock and Kitty Hawk or the blood spilt at Valley Forge and Guadalcanal? We
remember to buy milk at the store but have forgotten the cow in the process. In
other words remember the sacrifice it took to bring us to America 2006. I know
you're having trouble with that far away war but what we have today came at the
cost of lots of battles. War was declared against small pox, polio, musk
thistles and ignorance as much as against Nazis and kamikazes. Someone had to
battle sandstorms and frostbite to dig out your hometown. The 19th
century inventors didn't get much sleep. Ever looked up into the clouds and
said thank you for that?
I love my teachers, Pastor Britt, Dad, World
Book Encyclopedia, my guidance counselor from St. Paul, even my little brother
who has corrected my backswing, Mom. Ingratitude is the worst attitude. Paul
predicted a day when men would "be lovers of themselves... unthankful, unholy" (2
Timothy 3:1,2). He foresaw those more interested in boating than voting. He saw
the mass exodus from church on Memorial weekend, turning holy day into another
holiday. And he foresaw the party coming to a screeching halt when all the
chickens finally come in to roost. Look back at ancient Greece
or Rome, or even England in its glory. If memory serves me right they all had
their heyday then payday. I hope America can beat the odds and experience
revival, a revival of memory.
The little girl stepped up to the pulpit to
recite her memory verse; "For God so loved the world that he gave his only
forgotten Son..." Oops, she misquoted John 3:16, or was it really a misquote?
People go on their merry ways never pausing to remember what's most memorable.
Deliverance from the Egypt of sin was no passť matter. A holy day was set aside.
"And you shall tell your son in that day, saying, 'This is done for what the
Lord did for me when I came out of Egypt'. It shall be as a sign to you on your
hand and as a memorial between your eyes..." (Exodus 13:8,9) Notice the line,
"what the Lord did for me". That is why we have memorials, whether it be the
names on the Viet Nam vets' wall, one of those rubber wristbands or some
special location we can return to that reminds us of home and the way it used
to be. They tell us to shift life into high gear and never look back but sorry,
the memories are too deep and personal to just offer a casual wave in passing.
"I will never forget you" are words that ease the gut ache of summer goodbyes.
Jesus had to return to the Father. And for the disciples it was as tough
maintaining His cherished image in their minds as it is for you or I to keep a
clear picture of a departed loved one in ours. But remember we must. And
cherish the bits and pieces we have. Memorial Day isn't about nostalgia, it is
about linking yesterdays and tomorrows. We will see Jesus again, and Dad and
Mom, and others that we love. If my memory serves me right, He came out of the
grave, so there is such a thing as happy endings.