If My Memory Serves me Right. . .

img_47581A few weeks ago I was driving in the car with my two granddaughters, Shelby and Amber.  Shelby is almost four and Amber will be one this month.  I had just picked Shelby up from preschool.  I asked her how the day went and she said, “Good Grampa.  I played with my friend Robana.”  I didn’t quite understand her and mispronounced her friend’s name, which I have done many times.  Shelby was a little frustrated with me and said, “Grampa, I already told you before what her name is.”  I know Honey,” I said, ” but you know that Grampa doesn’t have a very good memory.”  “Then you have to get a new one, Grampa,” Shelby said.  I asked her if she knew where I could get one and she said quite seriously, after a moment or two, “I think you can get a new one at Target.”   Since that episode, as I have demonstrated some other deficiencies to her,  she has a shopping list for me that now includes ears and a new brain.  I am teary eyed right now as my memory serves me right and I hear her speak in her frank, but sweet way as she loves her Grampa.

My memory is faulty. . .and the volume dial has been turned down in my hearing.  .  .and the neurons and synapses in my brain are not firing like they use to, but my Memory continues to serve me when it comes to the safety and eternal security of my soul and the ones who I Love.

Yesterday I spent a part of the afternoon with the grandmother of Shelby’s best friend. The girls were playing and we were waiting for Amber to wake up from a nap so we could go trick or treating.  As we sipped our coffee we were discussing what seems to be the major focus in life right now.  .  .the current political state of affairs locally, nationally and worldly.  We were trading stories of what it was like when we were growing up back in the fifties.  The topics ranged from Halloween traditions, living a more simple life, religion, kids growing up too fast and the general evolution of human beings over the last seventy years.  At the end of the day, (a day I wouldn’t trade for anything) as I was driving home,  my memory became very active as the neurons and synapses began to fire.  I could hear the thoughts in my Mind very clearly.  “You’d better make sure you have a place in the Ark.” .  .  . then the flood-gates opened.

       “And God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth and that the imagination and purposes and desires of the human heart was only evil continually every day.  .  .and the Lord said, ‘I will destroy man whom I have created, from the face of the earth.  The earth was corrupt before God and filled with violence.  But Noah found Grace in the eyes of the Lord.” Genesis 6:5-11

If I had put this verse on Facebook, I might have said, “Please Like, if you have found Grace in the eyes of the Lord.” It would be a hopeful sign that you are safe and secure in the Ark, and an evidence that your life is hid in Christ, the eternal Refuge from the flood.  Can anyone seriously deny that we are floating in a sea of utter madness and that we are drowning?  We have not changed since the days of Noah, but rather we have evolved into the fullness of what was only a preview in the book of Genesis.  And I would add a confession from the Apostle Paul, when he said (and as I too confess) “that Jesus came to save sinners, of whom I am the chief.”  I am not picking on anyone because when you do that, without knowing it,  you are bringing judgement upon yourself.

       “Two men went up to the temple to pray; the one a Pharisee (religious and self-righteous) and the other a publican (an extortioner and cheat).  The Pharisee stood and prayed this way, “God, I thank you that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers or worse yet, like this publican.  I fast twice in the week, I give donations of all that I possess.”  And the publican, standing afar off, grieved in his soul for his sins, would not lift up so much as his eyes to heaven, but touched his fist to his heart and said, “God, be merciful to me, a sinner.”  I tell you, Jesus said, this man went home forgiven (and given passage in the Ark), but not the other (he will drown).”

I am only a child when it comes to the Knowledge of God, but I can say with Shelby-like honesty and sweetness.  .  . we are all living on borrowed time.  We need our memories Enhanced regarding our own short-comings and sin.  We need our ears Opened to hear the Truth as only God, the Son can speak it.  And we need a new brain, the mind of Christ, Who makes us Right-minded.  Whose own Spirit, the Divine memory, serves us well.  Union with the Captain of our salvation.  A very present Help in trouble.

       “The floods have lifted up O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice;  the floods lift up their waves.  The Lord on High is mightier than the noise of many waters;  yes, mightier than the mighty waves of the sea.”




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