Our Chronic Amnesia
“Don’t forget to pick up a can of kidney beans for dinner” calls my man “and mom, don’t forget I need a new toothbrush.” says Elijah “my graduation is coming soon” Jacob chimes in all while heading out the door for school. I know you would like to think I remembered all the things yelled at me. I didn’t; I wrote them down before driving away because I have a track record. Don’t judge me. You have a track record too. It is easy to forget in a world that demands so much attention.
Currently, I am spending time with Israel listening in to Moses as he recounts the commandments and covenants of God. Rest and listen. I have journeyed with the crowd out of Eygpt; now it is time to cross over Jordan. These are not my people, but then again they are since I have chosen them, I like their God. Father Moses is speaking his piece before he dies. As I listened with everyone all I hear him saying is “remember.” Listen in, tell me if you can hear him too.
In my home, my children know the importance of something based on the number of times I repeat an instruction. God is infinitely merciful in his repetitions. I can trust because I remember. I can trust him to make a way if I remember the sea he parted for me. Trusting him with my bread may be easier if I remember he gave me manna.
My family is currently mid-air off a cliff with God. I am panicking, freaking out because I don’t know the exact bottom of this cliff called church plant and pastoring. This morning I am thankful to hear Father Moses in his speech tell me to remember. I looked at my book of remembrance to help. What do you need to remember? Let us journey making a point to remember so we can trust.