Pride forgets. Humility remembers.
Priscilla Shirer, Gideon
I distinctly remember singing along with Babbie Mason’s After All as a relatively new Christ follower back in the early 90’s, lyrics barely audible for the tears. By the time I reached the final verse, my heart cry was Lord, please don’t ever let me forget my past.
It’s not that I wanted to focus on my past but I didn’t want to forget it either, for it was there I came to know Christ, smack dab in the pit of my own making, street address: rock bottom. Because I’m painfully aware of my propensity for pride and self-reliance when circumstances improve, my heart cry remains the same today, even after all these years—especially after all these years.
I don’t want to forget. Therefore, I choose to remember:
- The ugliness of my sin – and God’s heavy blanket of grace that covered it all.
- The depth of my shame – and God’s startling and awe-inspiring unconditional love.
- The bondage of my sin – and God’s freedom, loosening me from its grip for an eternity.
- The stumbling of my flesh – and now, because of Christ, I’m able to stay in step with the Holy Spirit.
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Cathy, I love this. May we never forget what the Lord has brought us through. Bless you my friend.
Thank you, Nan. To God be the glory!