There's a story of the...
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There's a story of the original President Bush (not our president today, but his father,
George H. W. Bush). It seems the senior President Bush was touring a nursing home. As
he walked down the hall with his entourage of aides and reporters, he came upon one old
man who was slowly making his way in the opposite direction. The president reached
out, took the patient's hand, and asked gently, "Sir, do you know who I am?"
The man stared back blankly for a moment, then his eyes focused. Slowly he shook his head from side to side. "No," he admitted, "I don't know who you are. But if you ask the nurses, they can tell you."
It's a great thing to be remembered.
There was a time when Jesus asked to be remembered. He was riding his own personal waters of chaos at the time. Standing before his disciples in the upper room, he takes the bread and blesses and breaks it, and gives it to them: "Do this, remembering me."
Remember him, we do. We remember him on the cross, in his agony, and even in his godforsakenness. This is what we do, as Christians, each time we celebrate the Lord's Supper. Jesus, Son of the God who remembers us, we remember.
The man stared back blankly for a moment, then his eyes focused. Slowly he shook his head from side to side. "No," he admitted, "I don't know who you are. But if you ask the nurses, they can tell you."
It's a great thing to be remembered.
There was a time when Jesus asked to be remembered. He was riding his own personal waters of chaos at the time. Standing before his disciples in the upper room, he takes the bread and blesses and breaks it, and gives it to them: "Do this, remembering me."
Remember him, we do. We remember him on the cross, in his agony, and even in his godforsakenness. This is what we do, as Christians, each time we celebrate the Lord's Supper. Jesus, Son of the God who remembers us, we remember.
