09/01/2026
Remember When
When our boys were younger, they would spend a couple of weeks each summer up in Ohio with my folks. One year, to get the boys back home, the plan was to meet my parents in Gatlinburg to retrieve them. That trip became a core memory for our family. The boys will never forget, and often recall, the time they spent with Nanny in Papa in the cabin “Remember Me” in the mountains of East Tennessee.
We are fascinated by memory in our world. Our Facebook feeds remind us regularly that “You have memories with…” We create restaurants to remind us of yesteryear like the “Starliner Diner” in Pigeon Forge. Television channels serve to remind us of the shows we watched decades ago like “Nick at Nite” and “MeTV.” We collect trinkets and mementos of the past like keepsakes and souvenirs. We graze through year books and photo albums to, in the words of Allen Jackson, “Remember When.”
Memory is important to us. We love to remember. But we also too often forget. That was one of the major problems for the people of God throughout all of scripture. God would do these mighty and amazing things, he led them out of slavery, provided mana in the wilderness, water from a rock, protection in the dessert, he helped slay giants, and yet, time after time, the people looked back and instead on seeing what God had done, all the saw was the trouble they were in.
In Joshua 4, when the people finally cross the river Jordan into the Promised Land, Josuha tells the people to take stones and build an altar in order to remember what God done for them, that they should teach it to their children, and that the stones
“shall be to the people of Israel a memorial forever.”
I want to challenge you to take a few moments each week, begin right now, and look back, reflect, and remember. Where has God met with you? Provided for you? Led you through? Write down three things that God has done, three rocks that he used to remind you of His promises and take time to build an altar and remember when!
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