Summary: Jesus knows it feels good to be remembered…and there’s just something RIGHT about it. There’s nothing like being remembered. “Jesus, remember me…” It is what the ONE criminal said on the cross. not so on the other side. Which side do you find yourself on
There is NOTHING Like Being Remembered.
Text: Luke 23:32-33, 39-43
I grew up on a farm—and was the third of three boys and I quickly learned the importance of being at the meal table when food was served. Because if you didn’t get to the table when you were called, part of the lesson learned was momma turned loose those two other “ugly dogs” –much older and much hungrier ugly dogs, who didn’t mind helping themselves to YOUR portion of the food. So you learned that if you didn’t come and took your time—that’s all the excuse that was needed for those “ugly dogs” to burn through their first plate and engage in 2nd plate eating. So you learned that being at the table when you were called was important…to your SURVIVAL!
And my brothers could be mean too. Sometimes they’d tell jokes about me. “Hey Kent, do you know that when mom and dad brought home from the hospital the day you were born—that you were so ugly that momma said, “Look, what a treasure!” And dad said, “Yeah, let’s bury it!”
And I’d say something back to my ugly brothers like, “You just don’t know how FAT you are do yah—well the other day I saw it when you were walking down the sidewalk and the policeman blew his whistle at you and told you to BREAK IT UP!”
And they say something back like, “You are so ugly when YOU walk in public everyone points at you and shouts, “Terrorist attack!!”
And I, being the younger one would say something back like, “Yeah!? Well… same to ya!”
Anyways, my momma was a good momma and she’d save some back for you. Another thing momma always did was make your favorite meal when you came back home from college. She’d remember what your favorite meal was and if you were really blessed—your favorite dessert too! It feels good to be remembered doesn’t it.
I can remember being away from home for college and needing money and praying about that and wondering what I was going to do. I can’t tell you how many times I went to the mailbox and found a letter from home and wrapped in the note was a check—and no kidding, it was always the amount I needed…and sometimes more. There’s nothing like being remembered.
There’s nothing like NOT being remembered too. I was home from college on break and my mother and I went out to eat at Holiday Inn Restaurant in Napoleon, Ohio. When we were finished and I was paying I noticed the clerk had a been girl I went on a couple of dates with so I asked her how she was doing…and after a few interchanges and called her by name she gave me a strange look and asked, “Do I know you from somewhere?” And I said, “Yeah, we went out a couple of times.” She said, “Oh yeah! But I can’t remember your name.” Talk about eating a bite of humble pie.
Jesus knows it feels good to be remembered…and there’s just something RIGHT about it.