I pray I never forget
Wow, it’s already October! Where has the year gone? The weather is changing and the evening sun is retiring earlier, leaving us in the dark sooner than we want. Snow is flying in the northern states, reminding us that winter, such as it is in South Texas, will be upon us before we know it. This is the time of year when we misplace our sweaters and light jackets everywhere. We search for something warm to wear in the early morning, only to remember we forgot it at work or it’s in the car, outside in the cold. So, we go to the closet, or open a dresser drawer and select another wrap to insulate our body from the uncomfortable cold, which we’ll probably forget when we go home in a lingering warm pseudo-summer afternoon. I’ve never used up a jacket in Texas.
I’ve been told, “Old age ain’t for sissys” and “the first thing to go is the memory.” I do know one thing: In today’s world, one can get multi tasking and totally lose his way; I do it all the time. A poem, “Forgetter Be Forgotten” by James Casey says it best. “My forgetter’s getting better; But my rememberer is broke. To you that may seem funny; But, to me, that is no joke. For when I’m ‘here’ I’m wondering if I really should be ‘there’; And, when I try to think it through, I haven’t got a prayer! Oft times I walk into a room; Say ‘what am I here for?’ I wrack my brain, but all in vain! A zero is my score. At times I put something away; Where it is safe, but, Gee! The person it is safest from; Is, generally, me! When shopping I may see someone; Say ‘Hi’ and have a chat; Then, when the person walks away I ask myself, ‘Who was that?’ Yes, my forgetter’s getting better; While my rememberer is broke, And it’s driving me plumb crazy; And that’s really not a joke.” This writer knows me well and we’ve never met.
[Romans 1: 16] “I am not ashamed of the Gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes...”
“I am a part of the ‘Fellowship of the Unashamed.’ I have the Holy Spirit Power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity.
I don’t have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power. My pace is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few, my Guide is reliable, my mission is clear.
I cannot be bought, compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back, diluted, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won’t give up, back up, let up, or shut up until I’ve preached up, prayed up, paid up, stored up, and stayed up for the cause of Christ.
I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until He returns, give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes. And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My colors will be clear.” (Authorship unsure)
I pray I never forget the one to whom I belong. I pray I never forget the one who saved me from the fall.
Thomas W. Bonham is an associate minister with the Floresville Church of Christ. Email him at firstname.lastname@example.org. Find his column on his blog at http://wilsoncountynews.com.