It’s important to remember. Americans spent the day yesterday (Memorial Day) remembering loved ones, family, friends, and war heroes that made their way into the afterlife before us. I couldn’t agree more. Even painful memories are well worth our exploration. Traveling here from over 8,000 miles away always causes me to remember.
Spending almost a week in Boston before my brother’s wedding gives me plenty of time to roam around the old house. In doing so I have come upon several artifacts, special pieces of my history living here at 158 Forest Street. Like archeologists digging around an historic site I have dug up some nuggets.
First, is this Children’s Bible! I saw this tucked away on an old bookshelf in our den and couldn’t resist pulling it out. In my mind’s eye I could see back twenty-seven years ago to our bedroom upstairs where my Mom read my brother and I stories from the greatest book ever written. Like any good children’s Bible this had lots of colorful pictures. As I flipped through its pages this morning I thought these are the pictures that still come to mind when I read the Old and New Testaments today.
This gives testimony to the power of a) pictures versus words, b) story, and c) reading the Bible (or any book for that matter) to children before bed. As the Bible itself guarantees – the Word will not come back void. This artifact attests to that!
I can vividly remember the Lord giving Moses the Ten Commandments and
"The Flight Into Egypt" from Matthew 2. More artifacts are coming in the days ahead. I think I’ll find it therapeutic to share some of these memories with you. Right now I need to wrap up, pack up and split this Starbucks (a wireless hotspot, what can I say?) before I get overrun with middle school students on their way home from school. They are fascinating to observe and listen to, but I don't want to take up any of their precious space.