Remembrance Is Never Over-Rated

His disciples did not understand these things at first, but when Jesus was glorified, then they remembered that these things had been written about him and had been done to him. - John 12:16

I understand finding anchoring security in the great verses of the Bible that speak of our hope, like when Peter speaks of our ‘living hope’, or Paul speaks of our inheritance secured and sealed through the Spirit. But to be honest, it’s verses like these, in John 12, that comfort me. At first glance they don’t spring from the page with glorious and lofty truths, but they sit almost unnoticed among the earthy undertones and subtleties of the Scripture. Though quiet and understated, they scream hope to my every-day mundane soul.

His disciples did not understand these things at first ... but then they remembered.

This is astoundingly good news to me. It fills me with a sense of hope. Hope, that my bumbling footsteps and forgetful wandering may not be in vain. Hope, that though I am confused and uncertain today, tomorrow holds higher peaks and greater joys. Hope, that though my vision is dim, here is this dingy today, tomorrow, well, tomorrow will hold light and glory barely imaginable.

On occasion, as I recall some temporarily forgotten truth, I sometimes feel ashamed that I ever forgot it at all. But I am learning to not despise the simple grace of remembering. Remembrance is never over-rated.