While I was in SUnday School this morning an old student came to see me.
He had been in town as a referee for the high school Homecoming games and I knew he was interested in seeing me. I was his teacher half days in fifth grade many years ago. He wanted to reminisce and tell me about his sibilngs and ask questions about my family.
The thing I found interesting was the differences in our memories. Things that stood out to him were vastly different from the things that I remembered. I am sure this is because of the difference in age when they occurred. He was just a kid of 11 and I was an adult with a family.
It was great to talk with him and be reminded of that year in my life. The biggest memory I had about him was the time he asked me some question about church and God. I answered him and then he wanted to know if I was going to be in trouble. I assured him I was not in trouble. He persisted in worrying about this and I asked him how the conversation started. He said he asked a question. I asked him if I told him he had to believe my answer and he said no and then I told him I was not in trouble. I can remember this incident so clearly. Before our conversation was over, all the class was listening and we had a good discussion.
Memories are great things. They help us connect with people and they help us pass on stories to our families. I know I treasure those memories.
Father, thank you for memories and for renewing old acquaintances. Help me to make every moment count. Amen.
Phliippians 1:3-5; Luke 2:19