Emily Belle Freeman
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THIS IS MY JOY

AND MY GREAT REJOICING

Remember

John 16:11 - John 20:11

Reading through the Gospels so quickly allowed me to visualize the events in a different way than I ever have before.  Perhaps it was reading the second witness, and then the third, and then the fourth, while the first was still so fresh.

This time the last few hours of the Lord's ministry on Earth left images I won't forget.

I wondered again, as I have before, how the people who He loved, and served, and cared for could turn their backs so easily.

How was it that they were so quick to ignore the tender mercies, the miracles, the hand of the Lord in their life?

Why was it so easy to replace gratitude with apathy?

How could they forget what they had experienced?

Instead of giving thanks, or expressing gratitude, they platted a crown of thorns, and put it on His head... (John 19:2) and they smote Him with the palms of their hands they bound Him they stripped Him and mocked Him they gave Him vinegar to drink mingled with gall and reviled Him and carried Him away accused Him of many things scourged Him railed on Him when they had blindfolded Him, they struck Him they set Him at nought they derided Him they cried out, Crucify Him.

It wasn't that they hadn't experienced the love, the service, the mercies and miracles, the healing, or the hand of the Lord in their lives.

Most of them had.

It was as if they couldn't remember.

As I read, my thoughts filled with remembering.

I was reminded of a story from Gerald Lund who spoke of a climbing instructor named Alan Czenkusch.

Before telling the story Elder Lund spoke of the principle of "belaying" where one climber anchors the rope to himself so that he will be better prepared to hold on to the other climber if he falls.

Then he recounted this story...

"Czenkusch once fell from a high precipice, yanking out three mechanical supports and pulling his belayer off a ledge.  He was stopped, upside down, ten feet from the ground when his spread-eagled belayer arrested the fall with the strength of his outstretched arms.

"'Don saved my life,' says Czenkusch.  'How do you respond to a guy like that?  Give him a used climbing rope for a Christmas present?

No, you remember him.

You always remember him."'

Brother Lund observed, "Those very words are the worse of the sacramental covenant."

Another favorite story is told by Elder Marion G. Romney who recalled it being said of President Wilford Woodruff "that while the sacrament was being passed, his lips could be observed in silent motion as he repeated to himself over and over again, 'I do remember thee, I do remember thee.'"

Every day, every moment of my life, I want to be one who remembers.

 

...and they remembered... Luke 24:8

 

 

Emily Freeman