Remembering Grace

I do remember...

I am known for my lack of memory. My brother and I would often find ourselves in the same familiar squabble at the local movie rental because of this poor memory. “Hey this one looks great!” I’d exclaim after minutes of searching through the aisles. “Dude, we’ve seen that,” his gruff reply would follow. “What? I’ve never seen it,” I’d continue the volley. He’d proceed to tell me exactly where and when we saw it and with whom. “Ah.....was it good?” I’d inquire still wondering how I don’t remember the movie. “Yeah, it was great,” he’d state in that tone that was somewhere on the path back to pleasantry from the previous impatience. “Then let’s see it again!” I’d say in hopes of enjoying a winner rather than the ever so abundant garbage or dud. “DUDE, we’ve SEEN it!” he’d repeat with a slow and articulate gruff tone that would warn me to drop the subject.

So I forget, but I do remember sitting there. It takes me a bit, but I remember many times sitting there. Whether it was in silence or in the midst of my inner guts spewing out in non-sense ramblings—I remember the times there at CGM. (Poor Martin, thanks for bearing with me.) As I remember, though, the problem was not so different as it is now. The situations, environments, circumstances—all those were quite different, but the problem is hauntingly familiar: I am in need of His Grace. Thank God for His unfailing love and never ending grace.