Monday, March 27, 2017


Then those who feared the Lord spoke to one another,
And the Lord listened and heard them;
So a book of remembrance was written before Him
For those who fear (worship) the Lord
And who meditate on His name.
“They are Mine,” says the Lord of hosts… (Malachi 3:16).

Some years ago the boys and I spent a week on an abandoned backcountry ranch on the Salmon River. One day, exploring the ranch, I came across anancient grave with a wooden marker. Whatever inscription the marker may have borne, it had long since weathered away. 

Someone—I think it was Tolstoy—said the best of us is remembered for about 100 years. The rest of us are soon forgotten. 

“What are our markers,” I thought, “but monuments to the forgetfulness of the living?” The memories of past generations, like our own gravestones, quickly crumble away.

No matter. We can love the Lord and serve Him in our generation and leave the remembering to Him.

David Roper

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