Having lost close loved ones I began to think about something that is kind of funny really and that is, when someone dies we don’t remember anything but the good part of them. It may be different with you so don’t get offended with me if it is I’m just saying it is something that I noticed strongly. My grandmother was not as sarcastic as she was funny, that little quirky thing she did with her mouth when she was considering something, or about to hit you with one of her “wise” sayings seems cute now. Instead of being aggravated at my granddaddy for sniffing and twisting his nose when he spoke, it becomes an endearing trait to be fondly remembered, or the way he never said hello when he answered the phone. It is not remembered that someone else needed to be the central connection for all relatives and friends, and another Aunt’s jokes weren’t that raunchy after all, and the jokes and pranks that one certain little uncle pulled on folk weren’t ever cruel, just funny. My other grandfather is only remembered for the prophecies he gave that always hit the target and not for the fact that we couldn’t have bacon in the house when he was here, or that he thought having a Christmas Tree was somehow irreverent, and a dog in the house? Never! A President is assassinated and suddenly no one remembers the botched Bay of Pigs, we only see a little boy saluting his dead father. In our house my grandson became intrigued with Michael Jackson, only after his death! He had never listened to his music, seen a video or read a magazine article about him, until he died. Suddenly there was a poster on the wall from “before he went too far” with his many surgeries and the old VCR that belonged to his Uncle got pulled out of the storage box and found “Moonwalker” with the date, in ink, on the label, 1988. That interest replaced all the posters and books on Abraham Lincoln, don’t ask!
In thinking of those things I mean no disrespect to any of the departed relatives that I mentioned I loved each of them dearly, I am only saying that things that got on our nerves (our is collective) when they were alive, are now an endearing quality, and their faults are mainly forgotten.
Don’t you think that is the way that God loves us? When you give Him your old sinful nature, your sins are as far as the East is from the West, and we know those two never meet. The Devil tries to put guilt on us and bring memories of days gone by to bring about depression and low self-esteem.
Psalm 103:6-18 God makes everything come out right; he puts victims back on their feet. He showed Moses how he went about his work, opened up his plans to all Israel. God is sheer mercy and grace; not easily angered, he’s rich in love. He doesn’t endlessly nag and scold, nor hold grudges forever. He doesn’t treat us as our sins deserve, nor pay us back in full for our wrongs. As high as heaven is over the earth, so strong is his love to those who fear him. And as far as sunrise is from sunset, he has separated us from our sins. As parents feel for their children, God feels for those who fear him. He knows us inside and out, keeps in mind that we’re made of mud. Men and women don’t live very long; like wildflowers they spring up and blossom, but a storm snuffs them out just as quickly, leaving nothing to show they were here. God’s love, though, is ever and always, eternally present to all who fear him, making everything right for them and their children as they follow his Covenant ways and remember to do whatever he said.
God loves us and separates us from anything ugly we have ever done, and He remembers only the good. I wish we could all love each other that same way!
Bottom line; don’t wait till someone dies to realize that you love them!