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CASEY TYGRETT
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RECALL
DISCOVERING the
PLACE of MEMORIES in
OUR SPIRITUAL LIFE
InterVarsity Press
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2019 by Casey K. Tygrett
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who create memories with light and color every day.
INTRODUCTION
A Question Before Remembering
Everything must have a beginning... and that beginning must be linked to something that went before.
MARY SHELLEY
A s I recall...
We were making the long trek from Rockford, Illinois, to Naperville, Illinois. Perhaps this trip isnt as long as many cross-country journeys, but there are times when a drive through cornfields and into the warehouse-dense Chicago suburbs feels near to eternity.
The acres of corn and soy stretched in either direction. As the expressway wove into the suburbs, with warehouses and manufacturing plants rising over the cropland, we listened to our favorite podcast, Wait, Wait... Dont Tell Me.
My daughter, moving into an age when she was old enough to understand sarcasm, chuckled from the back seat and smoothed the miles that passed underneath us.
Our exit approached, and as we turned from the artery of a Chicago expressway to the veins of the crisscrossing local roads, the podcast hosts talked about a new study that found a certain type of alcohol was excellent in the fight against osteoporosis tequila.
Margarita sales among seniors likely went up exponentially after this study, but thats merely speculation.
We laughed together at the curious story and continued on our journey. Going to visit the grandparents was a regular occurrence, which made it all the more interesting when we took the same trip some weeks later.
The same expressway passed beneath us, and when we took that same exit my daughter said, Hey, this is where we heard that thing about tequila. I believe the phrase youre looking for right now is Train up a child in the way he should go... (Prov 22:6 KJV).
From that day on, every time we hit the exit we spoke its new name: Tequila Road. I honestly cant recall the actual name of that exit. However, the random news report is now part of Tygrett family lore.
Why is that?
TO REMEMBER OR FORGET
Why can I remember the hospital transport person who graciously pushed my wifes wheelchair as we left the hospital when my daughter was born, but for the life of me, I cannot remember his name? While his name might escape me, his gentleness and candor do not.
I do remember he had a stoop in his stature and a quiet smile on his face as he handed us a homemade CD (yes, back in the day) of songs that he thought best celebrated a new life coming into the world. Louis Armstrongs What a Wonderful World was the opening track.
That I remember. Sitting at the keyboard right now, however, I couldnt tell you my schedule for tomorrow unless at least one piece of technology in my life decides to ding.
Why is that?
Why can my wife remember all the details of our first date but little about our honeymoon?
Why can I remember with clarity the color of the tiles in the church basement where, in three weeks time one November, we mourned the passing of both my great-uncle and my great-grandfather?
Neuroscientist V. S. Ramachandran says, How can a three-pound mass of jelly that you can hold in your palm imagine angels, contemplate the meaning of infinity, and even question its own place in the cosmos?
I would be content most days with remembering my schedule and my Google password.
The real question here is simply, Why do we remember some things and not others? Why do we hold memories from nearly thirty-five years ago in the vault, while a conversation from thirty-five minutes ago might slip into oblivion?
Is it more than just brain function? Is there something deeper fastening those moments into my mind? What is the purpose of what we do remember?
A step further and we ask this question: Does God find anything of value, anything helpful and constructive, in our lives of archived memories? Does he work with both what we retain and what we fail to remember? Memories come to us all the time: sitting in traffic, when we take in a certain smell, or when we watch something happen that we are certain has happened before. Dj vu, they call it, or the black cat in The Matrix.
What role do these slippery scenes have in the very real and deep work of living eternally with Jesus starting here and now? Do they contribute anything to the way of savoring life that Jesus gives abundantly? (Jn 10:10)
THE TOPIC AT HAND
The question of memoryspecifically what memories mean in light of our life of faithhas always been with me. I suppose memory and memories have been the subtext for all pastoral work I have done in the last twenty-two years.
Helping people remember the story of the gospel, to remember times when they were close to God, and to bring to mind memories of life and hope that keep them goingthese are all part and parcel of walking with others, walking with Jesus.
It hasnt escaped me, however, that even with this powerful subtext we are tempted to say, The past is behind us. It doesnt matter. Its irrelevant. Perhaps I would have agreed with these statements before, but today I believe that memories (and memory) matter. Even though transformation is seen as a future-oriented work, memory matters in the sacred work of spiritual transformation.
So why bother with a conversation about memory, and again does God have anything to do with our recall?
This is the critical question that sets into motion the conversation that we have in front of us. It is a conversation with God, in Gods presence, and one that is important to our spiritual growth and transformation.
My hope is to invite you to this conversation in all the many and varied ways that it is present in our comings and goings through life with Jesus. In this book you will encounter reflections on memory as it comes to light in large sections of the Bible. At the end of each chapter you will find either a Practice or a Pause. Since spiritual formation is about both