A Moment to Reflect

16 July 2020

A Moment to Reflect -63


A big thank you to everyone who responded to my challenge.

As soon as the first answer came in, I realised that I did already know the answer. The trouble is that it was sealed away in a part of my memory which is in its own kind of lockdown. I’ve discovered that the older I get the greater the number of things, which I know that I know, have been put inside that cranial version of Room 101, from which they cannot quickly be retrieved. (For those of you struggling to know what I’m talking about …I’m just getting more and more forgetful!)

It’s quite a while since I began telling people never to ask me a question beginning with the words, “Do you remember?”

It’s a bit ironic, really, in that one of the verses I quoted yesterday from the Book of Isaiah about God knowing our names said,

“Jerusalem, I can never forget you!
          I have written your name on the palms of my hands.”
 Isaiah 49:16

It is a relief, though, to be reminded that no matter how forgetful we might be, God will always remember us.

So, here’s a different kind of challenge for today… 

Whether you are more or less forgetful than I am, take a moment to reflect on any unforgettable moments you have had in your life in which God’s presence was especially real and powerful to you.

All of this did remind me of something …and someone.

In 2016 I had the privilege of attending a poetry reading in the library of Princeton Seminary in the USA. The reading was being given by “the best-known contemporary poet in America” (though I confess, to my shame, that I had never previously heard of him!) His name is Billy Collins and he was Poet Laureate of the United States from 2001 to 2003.

It didn’t take long for me to realise why Billy Collins had become so popular.

Not only are his poems readily accessible, insightful and witty, and often spiritual, but Billy Collins himself was excellent at reading them (not always true of poets!) and a great conversationalist.

Needless to say, I bought several books of his poetry, both there in Princeton and later when I returned home. Among all of the poems one of my favourites is this one called “Forgetfulness.” And you can listen to him reading it here… https://poets.org/poem/forgetfulness