Memories

As I sit and write this article, it’s really dismal outside.  Cold.  Gray.  Freezing rain.  Black ice.   My thoughts turn to warmer days.

Almost two dozen years ago, in the summertime, I took my daughter, Clarissa, fishing.  She remembers the exact day.  I put aside all notions of looking for “lunkers” and anchored near where I knew the bluegills would be biting.  I “perfected” the art of bobber fishing, you see.  I know it’s not rocket science, but I have my own way of doing things on the lake, and that day, it worked.  She “hauled in” one bluegill after another—even a nice bass, that I failed to properly net in my clumsiness and excitement.  No matter, she had the time of her life, just the same.  She called it “The Land of the Hungry Bluegill,” and you can’t put a price on those memories.  Neither can you put a price on how, just this past Christmas Eve, between services, she wrote, “I love you, Dad,” (heart) in my book for writing prayer requests.  A good memory on top of another good memory.

So, here’s an idea: make some memories with the younger people in your life: children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, etc. Take them to church, too, and when you get home, go over the worship folder, pray the prayers, and talk about what you learned in church. Oh, and maybe even sing one of the hymns.  Those memories are priceless, too. Cultivate a holy hunger in them for being in God’s House and hearing His Word!
We all need that.

In Christ’s love,
Pastor Daryn