We recently moved. Actually, it’s more accurate to say that we are in the process of moving and it’s not fun. After so many boxes, I just want to trash it all. As a matter of fact, when presented with another box the other night, I suggested we do just that. The more objective mind prevailed and we began to go through what looked to me to be nothing but a pile of trash.
As we began to filter through this mess, what we discovered astonished me. What was in this box I was so anxious to throw out, you may ask? In one word, MEMORIES. I found my report cards from elementary school (all As if you’re wondering), pictures, birthday cards, notes from my parents when I was on the mission field, my wedding invitations, and ultrasound pictures of our third child, little Gary. As we sorted the keep pile grew larger than the toss pile, and the Lord taught me a valuable lesson that evening.
When Jesus was blessing the evening meal, He said, “This do in remembrance of Me.” Jesus understood the importance of our memories. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that there are some memories I wish I could erase. I’m sure the disciple John at times wished he could erase the brutality of the cross, but even that memory had its place in eternity. Without that memory, it would have been difficult to stand firm in the face of the adversity he and the other disciples would eventually face, and without the memory of the resurrection, it would most certainly have been difficult to suffer martyrdom for the cause of Christ. It is the difficult memories that make the joyous ones all the more precious.
We have to deal with the hard things in life. Everyone has boxes that they’ve packed away and compartmentalized in their minds, but it is God’s will that we deal with them all. We need to sort through the good, the bad, the ugly, and ask the Lord what we need to learn from, what we can toss, realizing it wasn’t quite as important as we thought, and what we need to commend to His care. We will be happier, healthier people for it, and if you haven’t been able to move on from where you’re at now, perhaps it’s time to sort through some of those mental boxes.
To be honest, I did throw quite a bit away, but I kept more than I tossed. I kept copies of things for my children, for my memories are the story of me. That’s why Christ asks us to remember, for in remembering Him, we know Him; in knowing Him, we understand Him; in understanding Him, we love Him; in loving Him, we share Him. I encourage you today to REMEMBER HIM!