I Remember....

I remember sitting in a Sacrament meeting years ago, surrounded by children. They weren’t mine, so it must have been a Primary Sacrament Meeting Program.
We were singing the Sacrament song, “Behold, the Great Redeemer Die.” I was lost in the beautiful and poetic words of the song, but became distracted by things around me: a couple of girls combing each other’s hair, a little boy poking the child next to him, another girl down the row chatting away out loud. My first impulse was to reach over and shake them. “Don’t you hear these words? Don’t you get it? Don’t you care???”

A breathed out a sign of frustration. Then this thought came to me:

How oft, oh, how very oft, I have been like these children: thoughtless, care-less, forgetful, of the Savior’s Redeeming Love.


I promised then and there that I would not be so carefree, but that I would remember more often, care more deeply, be more changed.

Like a child, I keep forgetting my promise.
I’ve had to make it again and again.
I have to make it every week.


One of my favorite images is that of Christ Knocking at the Door.
It reminds me that we may forget Him, but He never forgets us.
If we even crack the door a little, by just the very thought of Him, He is always right there.


"Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; prone to leave the God I love," the hymn says.

When I feel far from Him, there is no doubt which one of us has moved.


Remembering brings me back.

Remembering is the key.

It opens the door to the very Christ.



"…if any man open the door, I will come in to him.” Rev. 3:20