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Remember.

We are a people who can so easily forget.

Our Maker knew this when He made His people and gave us His commands. We forgot in the Garden and we forgot in desert. We forgot in so many places and in so many ways.  He said Remember.  He greeted Moses as the "LORD God who brought them out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery". Just in case any of them may have forgotten their emancipation.



They did forget.

And so do we.

 We forget to treasure and give thanks. We forgot to honor and worship and that these very lives were given to us by Him. We forget. I know I forget the prayers I prayed early in the morning: prayers to honor God with this day, about 10 minutes after I say Amen when I'm frustrated with kids and do-to's. We're a people with amnesia.  Our God reaches in and pulls us out of slavery and sin and disparity...and we forget. He knew we would. God set up many reminders for us. Right there in those 10 commands He says Remember: "remember the Sabbath day and keep it Holy". He set up a whole system of ways to remember. He set His Feast Days--Days that would commemorate His mighty works and our story of Redemption. Days to remember what was done and days to remind us what is ahead. Feast Days and Holy Days. Days to look back on freedom from slavery and days to look forward to the coming freedom from sin.


He set His days and His commandments because He knows us.  He knows we need strings around fingers, post it notes and alerts on our phones. He knows we forget why we came to the store in first place and why did I just walk upstairs? He set His year and His seasons to remind us of protective blood on doorways and to point to the Saving Blood that covers all.

As Passover begins I am again reminded of His Love that covers all. I remember how He came down to save us all-a people in such desperate need of a soul rescue. He came. And He's coming again. I remember.



Five Minute Friday

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  1. I like that plate! And the message to remember. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Love this! Thanks for visiting my blog =)

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