first called “Christians.” Although I was quite young, I remember the first call. It’s not so much like remembering yesterday, nor are all the particulars still in place in my head. What I do rememmber was how I felt – amazed. It seemed all too easy. Little did I know that my words of confession would impress upon me through a journey of high roads, low valleys, lapses and relapses. The journey may not have been easy, but the remembering of the first time I said yes to God certainly is. Immediately, (whether the best or worst times) like the child that I was, I become amazed all over again.
Holy Week: Maundy Thursday – For I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you, that the Lord Jesus on the night when he was betrayed took a loaf of bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, “This is my body that is for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way he took the cup also, after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.” For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes. 1 Corinthians 11:23-26 Thank you God for the gift of the sacraments. For by them we remember your commandments, we hold fast to your Love and we await your coming in Glory!
…I know where I have come from and where I am going… John 8:12-20 Remembering the past while embracing the future requires focus, courage, flexibility and above all faith. Half way through this season of Lent perhaps we’ve fallen off a bit from our journey towards reconciling all that we’ve come to know with all that is yet to be known; as we leave what needs to be left of the old and graciously receive all that is new. Gracious God thank you for the strength of your spirit that guides us as you continue to create your love within us and draw us closer to where you desire us to be.
It was fitting that God…through whom all things exist,… should make the pioneer of their salvation perfect through sufferings. Hebrews 2:1-10 I hadn’t had a week like this since the first week I spent as a chaplain resident; five deaths and what seemed like only two hours of sleep. Of course that was slightly different. They were people I didn’t know and yet knowing certainly doesn’t make the emotions of losing someone in this life any easier. However, as those who believe by knowing those whose physical life is no longer, we are blessed with the remembrance of their “struggling well” according to the faith. Struggling well is a phrase I heard coined by Cornel West who also wrote we forget “that a rich life consists fundamentally of serving others, trying to leave the world a little better than you found it. We need the courage to question the powers that be, the courage to be impatient with evil and patient with people, the courage to fight for social justice. In many instances we will be stepping out on nothing, and just hoping to land on something. But that’s the struggle. To live is to wrestle with despair, yet never allow despair to have the last word.”
Those who leave this life before us should encourage us not to forget.