Seven years ago today, my father passed away.  It was a Sunday morning.  Every Sunday morning I would call him at 7 am and we would talk.  We would talk about our sermons, our churches, and the plan for the day.  Every Sunday morning. 

 

Last Sunday, I picked up the phone and called my father.  It was the old house number.  In the midst of dialing, I remembered that he would not answer.  Instead of getting down, I remember a picture of him making faces at their 25th Wedding Anniversary.  I laughed.  It did not take away the loss, but it brought back good memories. 

 

We are told often in the Scriptures to remember.  Remember the teachings of Jesus.  Remember the sacrifice of Jesus.  Remember, love one another.  Countless times we are told to remember the life and teachings of our Lord Jesus Christ.  In this case we are to remember causing us to act.  Remembrance with response.

 

It is like this, I was given a hug some weeks back.  It was a great hug by the way.  I could have just stood there and done nothing, or I could return the hug.  I returned the hug.  It is that way with memories.  We can stand there and just think about it or we can do something positive in response of it. 

 

Think about it.  Respond to it.  Live it.  I need a hug.