"
The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of
the wicked will rot." Prov.
10:7
I believe that one of man’s greatest blessings from God is our memories. Or,
maybe better said, our ability to remember, as in the "good old days." Of course
with the caveat that some have greater ability at this than others. I’m going to
combine a couple of illustrations relating to our memories that just somehow
connected in my mind and those would be -ancient Israel and muscle cars.
Sounds like an odd combination, doesn’t it? Well, many years ago I gave up
trying to explain how things connect in my brain. Suffice it to say, they just
do, so we’ll leave it at that. Anyway, I’m going to, as we say "give it a go"
here at developing a spiritual thought from this combination of Israel and
cars.
First, let’s look for a moment at a little history of old Israel.
Specifically at the time when they had left Egypt and were on their way to the
"Promised Land" which was so-named because God had
"promised" it
(Canaan) to the descendants of Abraham (Gen. 17:8 and Ex. 12:25).
You remember how God had delivered them from "bondage" in Egypt via the
working of great miracles and now they were out in the wilderness. They had only
been out there for a relatively short period of time before they began
reminiscing about the "good old days" back in Egypt.
REALLY? Think about this a moment. They were "
slaves" there. According
to the Biblical account (Ex. 3:7) they had a harsh and sorrowful existence back
there. This just shows us how our memory plays tricks on us, doesn’t it? We have
a tendency to remember the "good" of the "old days" and overlook the "bad." It’s
Israel’s remembrance of the "old days" that connects in my mind with our
2
nd illustration - cars.
Back some years ago I was "into" cars. Not just any cars, but the ones that
were common during my high school days. (And yes to my kids, they had cars back
then) So I obtained me a "muscle car" from that era. A nice little Chevy Nova
SuperSport and I "gussied it up" as best I could and then joined up with about
2000 other owners of that era of cars in a gathering known as the "Route 66
Rendevous."
Oh, we paraded around town, ooh’d and aah’d over everyone’s vehicles and
generally reminisced about the "good old days." Back when these cars were the
cars of the day. Like the Israelites, we car owners were, as they say, waxing
nostalgic about the past. Remembering the earlier years of our lives. See,
that’s what I think the cars, or any number of other things, are representative
of. Why they mean so much to us. They take us back to the younger part of our
lives.
You know what "part" I’m talking about, don’t you? That "part" where we had
youth and its vigor. We had lots of energy and seeming invincibility. As opposed
to our latter (now) years when our "vigor and energy" have long deserted us.
Where our "invincibility" has turned to aches and pains and the realization of
mortality.
To me, it’s only natural that we like to go back in time, at least in our
minds, to those "halcyon days of youth." To that happy, carefree time of our
life. I think that among other things, the "cars" do that for some of us,
For the Israelites, it was the remembrance of the foods they had back in
Egypt. They remembered the
"meats and the fish." The fresh vegetables and
even the
"garlic." (Num. 11:5) They were now out there in the
"
wilderness" subsisting on "
manna," the
"bread from heaven"
(Ex. 16:4) provided them by God. Food for which they did not have to work or
slave for - just pick it up each day and there was always plenty.
But, they remembered the "food" of Egypt and wanted to go back to those "good
old days." It’s here where we see how their memory "tricked them." Because they
only wanted to go back to the "food stuffs." Their memory had blanked out the
fact that they had to "slave" to get that "food." That they had no freedom back
in Egypt.
And, like the Israelites, I think that we too trick ourselves into
remembering the "good" of the "old days" and sort of conveniently forget some
things of those days that are much better now. I’ll leave it to your mind to
contemplate what’s better for you.
But, I have to admit that, in many ways, I believe the days of my youth were
better than today. Not because of the physical deterioration that time exacts on
all of us, but I think the world of that era was a lot more "purer," if that’s
the right word, than the world of today.
Not that sin and decadent behavior didn’t exist back then but, it wasn’t so
"in your face" and readily accepted as "normal" behavior as it is now. I think
that in the "days of my youth" we lived in a safer world. I’m not talking about
national security, although I’m of the opinion that today’s national scene is
still more dangerous, I’m referring to my immediate world.
In those days, parents didn’t have to worry about many of the things they
worry about today. Drugs and alcohol addiction even among the youth today and
immorality bordering on depravity that’s condoned and justified as "alternate
lifestyles." No, to me, it was a lot "safer" in many ways back then.
Well, I’ll stop reminiscing and see if I can wrap up my thoughts here. Yes,
God blessed us with our memories, such as they are. But, we have to keep in mind
that our focus is forward, not backward. That our
"hope" lies in the
future before us. Israel’s problem in the wilderness was the "looking back" at
Egypt and wanting to return there. They forgot that they were headed for the
"Promised Land." Their focus was on the wrong thing.
We can be guilty, so to speak, of following in their footsteps if we shift
our focus from "forward" to "backward." Wanting to stay in a sinful world
wherein we’re
"slaves" to those sins and forgetting where our
"hope," our
"Promised Land" lies. A sad thing to report is that
only two of all those Israelites who were freed from Egyptian bondage had enough
faith, who "looked forward" enough, actually made it to the
"Promised
Land."
Closing thoughts: How many of us living today will possess the faith necessary
to stay focused on the goal and reach our "
Promised Land"? (2Pet. 3:13
& 1Jn. 2:25) Something to think about, isn’t it?
An anonymous author once penned some words about memories that I just have to
pass on to you and I can personally vouch for the truthfulness of them.
"Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes and roll
down my cheeks."
Ron Covey