Written by our newest member, Jan Ackerson...
Recently, my husband Ben had a routine medical procedure--of the sort that those of us who have passed the half-century mark must endure to insure continued good health. Hint: it rhymes with folonoscopy.
When he was getting his pre-op instructions, the very helpful nurse told us it was likely that Ben would experience a slight degree of amnesia afterward--that he would be capable of a perfectly normal-sounding conversation in recovery, but that later he would forget everything.
And that is precisely what happened.
He was in the recovery room for about half an hour, during which time we explored several topics of conversation: the fiber in his diet, the current economic crisis, Kim Kardashian’s outrageous wedding registry, and the Calvinist vs. Armenian schools of theological thought, among others. Ben was his usual charming and intelligent self.
Later, at home, Ben started talking about one of those topics again. Didn’t I think, he asked, that a thousand dollars for a pair of salad tongs was excessive?
Hmmmm, I thought. "Yes, Ben, you're right," I said, "and furthermore, we talked for 5 minutes about this in the hospital."
He was amazed, and when I reviewed the rest of that half hour with him, we discovered that it was indeed, all gone, gone, gone. What a strange feeling.
Spiritual application #1: God's perfect amnesia
In Jeremiah 31:34, God says "...For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more." He doesn't just forgive, He forgets, too. And being God and all, He does a good job of forgetting. My sins are gone, gone, gone. Why do I constantly review them with Him?
Spiritual application #2: My imperfect amnesia
I am capable of leading a perfectly normal life--of being my usual charming and intelligent self--all the while forgetting about grace. Forgetting about grace. Grace, which should be remembered with every breath, with every beat of my heart, in every cell of my body.
Dear God, poke me with Your holy finger more often.