Forget Me Not

Forget Me Not

A youngster was looking up at the walls inside of the church and
wondering who were the older men, in the portraits, that adorned
the walls. The Pastor walked by and the boy asked. “Who are these
men?” Pastor informed they were men who died in the service. At
which, the boy asked, “Which one, morning or evening?” It’s only
right we honor those that have given service to this great nation.
We need to remember, and teach our children, the stories of those
who sacrificed for our country. Equally important, if not more so, is
the fact that we need to do the same for the saints that have gone
before us in the Lord’s service. Where are the markers and stories
of their tribulations? Hebrews chapter 11 includes just that. It has
been referred to as the ‘Biblical hall of fame’; or ‘hall of heroes’.

We lived across the road from the Vietnam memorial wall in Texas.
I would go there and think of those who gave theirs for ours. Quite
sobering times indeed. Once an idea came across my mind. Why
don’t churches construct walls to Biblical heroes? After some
thought, I realized our war is still going on and there wouldn’t be a
wall large enough (“And what shall I more say? for the time would
fail me to tell of Gedeon, and of Barak, and of Samson, and of
Jephthae; David also, and Samuel, and of the prophets:” Heb.
11:32). Or, in my case, Pastors Rich, Sam and Rbie and their wives
Sharon, Dottie and Sharon…and yes, time would “fail me” to list
every pastor that invested in me. And how can I forget those saints
who have helped me in my times of greatest need. There isn’t a
wall big enough.

Today, we think we suffer for the cause of Christ. After reading this
chapter, we’ll discover we are lacking. Hebrews 11:33-38 paints the
picture, “…stopped the mouths of lions, quenched the violence of
fire, escaped the edge of the sword…were tortured…had trial of
cruel mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and
imprisonment: they were stoned…sawn asunder…tempted…slain
with the sword: they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins;
being destitute, afflicted, tormented…they wandered in deserts, and
in mountains, and dens and caves….” What courage! Last time I
looked, my torso was following my legs and I have yet to smell lion
breath.

Why haven’t I mentioned present day pastors and saints who
influence me? Because their stories are active and still being
recorded in the annals of God’s book of the faithful. Their job? To
help us focus on that “city which hath foundations, whose builder
and maker is God” (vs. 10).