Summary: A Memorial Day Sermon
A Memorial Day sermon
May 29, 2016
TEXT: Deuteronomy 32:7 – “Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask thy father, and he will show thee; thy elders, and they will tell thee.”
It seems the older I get, the more problems I have with remembering things.
Illus. – Yesterday I went to the PX and the commissary. I had parked behind one of the shopping cart sheds, but didn’t take note of that fact. I got some things at the PX and then shopped at the commissary, and when got outside, I couldn’t remember for the life of me where I had parked!
I went from one end of the parking lot to the other…and no car. So I move further up about a quarter of the way up, but still on the opposite side of the shopping cart shed, and again went from one end of the parking lot to the other.
Still I couldn’t find my car. I thought, Did the cops come and haul my car off?
So I decided to go to the OPPOSITE end of the parking lot and go from one end to the other again, but that far out, I was too far from my car to see it, even though I was now on the same side of the shopping cart shed.
By this time I had wasted at least ten minutes, and I was getting frustrated when suddenly my eyes locked on one of the shopping cart sheds. It was only THEN that I remembered that I had parked behind one of them. So I finally found my car!
I suppose we’ve all done that before, but some people have REALLY bad memories.
Illus. – There’s a story about a city fellow who was visiting a farmer friend. While there, the farmer said, “Watch this.”
The farmer gave a whistle and the city man watched in amazement as the farmer’s dog herded the cattle into the corral and then latched the gate with her paw.
“Wow, that’s some dog.” said the city slicker. “What’s her name?”
The forgetful farmer thought a minute, then asked, “What do you call that red flower that smells good and has thorns on the stem?”
“A rose?” answered the city slicker.
“Yeah, that’s it!”
Then the farmer turned to his wife and said, “Hey Rose, what do we call this dog?”
That is pretty bad, isn’t it? What’s your worst case of forgetfulness?
Illus. – Mine was when I was raising support to go to the mission field, and when Susan wasn’t able to go on that trip, I brought my oldest son along for some daddy-son time. While talking to people after the service, Chris fell asleep on a pew on the front row. And I forgot all about him!
We went to the restaurant and the preacher said, “Where’s your son?” Suddenly, I realized what I had done and I freaked out!
The pastor said he would send someone with a key to get him. Fortunately, he was still sound asleep and never knew his dad was trying to lose him.
That’s pretty sad isn’t it? These are all things we can relate to, and really, for the most part our forgetfulness is not really such a big deal. They’re just part of being human.