They forgot what he had done, the wonderful miracles he had
shown them. The miracles he did for their ancestors in Egypt, in the plain of Zoan. Psalm 78:11, NLT.
How is it that we can forget miracles? Not only the ones God
has done for our spiritual ancestors, but also those he has done in our own
lives? One of the spiritual disciplines is remembering. Jesus poignantly says
at the last supper, “do this in remembrance of me."
As if we could forget the Lord of the universe come to earth. Which, of course,
we do, every day. We forget his great power and love—even what we’ve personally
experienced.
Without reminders, I forget he healed my hearing. I take it
all for granted! How can I do that? Because I’m a fallen creature. Unfallen creatures—angels,
seraphim, cherubim, and others—worship and thank God constantly. God does great
things for me; I thank him and go on my merry way. I forget my fear of losing
my hearing. I take him for granted. I need to be reminded.
Re-reading my journals is a way I remind myself of all he’s
done. In that record of Jesus’ touches, I read about the time in 1987, when two
pastors prophesied over me. I remember the day we paid off the house on the
same day we took our daughter to college. I remind myself of the courage he
provided as I struggled to fit into the suit of a professional, after growing
up on the farm. Journaling is obedience to the command to remember.
What do we need to remember today? What touch from God are
we forgetting? What do we need to make records of?
Holy Spirit of truth, bring to our remembrance all you’ve
done for us.