February 21, 2023

If you are of a certain age, you remember 40-year-old song lyrics from songs you didn’t particularly like in the first place, but you don’t immediately remember why you walked into the kitchen. Or jingles from Burger King ads, but you forget to bring your lunch to work.

All our lives – from cradle to grave – are known by God at once. The psalmist says, “Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.” (Psalm 139:16)

So comforting. I don’t have to remember myself, because God remembers myself for me. And makes it all okay.

“O God, the author of peace and lover of concord, to know you is eternal life and to serve you is perfect freedom: Defend us, your humble servants, in all assaults of our enemies; that we, surely trusting in your defense, may not fear the power of 
any adversaries; through the might of Jesus Christ our Lord.” (A Collect for Peace – BCP)