Remembrance
Yesterday I had a broken-telephone conversation with a friend from university. She’s moved into a basement unit to be closer to work, but as we spoke, was telling me she had to keep from laughing too hard otherwise she’d lose her position where she had reception! We’ll resume the broken telephone this week.
As we unwillingly gave up the conversation, I went to a tin box that holds old photos of our university years. Most of the photos in the box come from my year abroad (which this friend was also a part of – she hosted a visit to Nantes, France) and thought I’d relish in “the good old days.” There’s one of us jumping on the bridge over the Loire River; here we are picking cheese at a grocery store; this is the giant mechanical elephant we waited an hour in line to see. The funny thing about photographs is that it captures the best of moments. We’re going to smile because we want to remember how great this is.
Thankfulness, not nostalgia
I remember when I printed these pictures off, I purposely abandoned any sort of order and organization. I just shuffled the prints into the box, so that I’d be pleasantly surprised by the next great memory I’d come across. Usually by the time I finish looking at event photographs – a birthday, a vacation, a trip – I get all cocooned inside, wrapped tightly up in nostalgia. Remember when .. those good old days we had? For the first time, though, that feeling never came last night. Not that I thought less of the events that had passed. For the first time, it struck me that I had moved on and didn’t need to dwell in the past.
I was thankful for the amazing time God had granted me on that year abroad – all the people I met, all the places I visited, all the architecture and galleries and food I could explore. But if I were to try to re-create it, would I be able to? Probably not. So rather than insisting that back then were the good ol’ days, with a sigh of loss but satisfaction that it happened, I was moved to thank the Lord for the past gift. Thankful for the Giver more so than the gift .. and if the Giver is still the same good person, then who’s to say that good days are still not to come?
Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the Lord is good and his love endures forever, his faithfulness continues through all generations.
Psalm 100: 3-5
What I’ve been learning about thankfulness is that really, God is good. No, seriously – the sovereign God is good and that’s why we are blessed as we are – because He ordained good things for his people, the sheep of his pasture. God as Shepherd means we are his sheep, and the true shepherd always has the best in mind for those in his care. So while nostalgia is nice because of the fuzzy memories evoked, thankfulness is even better because it relies on a Giver that is eternally good. I may only know one generation in this life, but even so, may it be filled with thankful knowing that I belong to the Lord.