“Do this in remembrance of me …” I Corinthians 11:23-26.
We have just come off the US celebration of “Memorial Day”, also known as “Decoration Day”. I was reading some of the history of this holiday (“Forgetting Why We Remember“). And as I read, I found myself intrigued by how complicated this time of remembering has become. There are races and picnics; there are super-saving sales. For many there is some travel involved. And if we are honest we would probably have to admit that for all of us at one time or another, Memorial Day serves up a three-day weekend that we fill with all manner of fun things that have nothing to do with the meaning of the day …
Unless, of course, we convince ourselves that those who have fought and died would want us to go shopping, or party, or relax at the beach.
I recently went to visit the grave of my parents. I don’t spend much time lamenting their passing or actively “missing” them. Suddenly I had the overwhelming urge to be hugged by my Mom and to feel my Dad’s handshake. It came out of nowhere, this rush of emotion. I put my two hands on the top of the tombstone, warm in the sun, and I pressed my palms onto it and cried.
From reading people’s posts on Facebook over the years, and from the simple fact of being a pastor, I know there are many whose feelings of “missing” never entirely go away. Ten, twenty, thirty years later people feel the emptiness, and they remember.
An idea for a prayer for today: Jesus, remember me; and help me remember you, too.
A blessed Tuesday.