Deuteronomy 4:9 “Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their children after them.”
In this disposable society it is hard to hold on to things. Products are made to be replaced not to last; we constantly try to supersede last year’s good times with even better ones this year, and when we do hold on we become cluttered and try to better organize and clear out the old to make room for the new. Deuteronomy 4:9 was spoken to the Israelites after Moses received the Ten Commandments and before the nation crossed the Jordan river to enter into the Promised Land. They had just spent 40 years wandering in the desert where, despite the postponement of their ultimate destination, the Lord provided them with food, water and guidance. In this chapter of Deuteronomy, God spoke directly to them at the foot of a mountain ablaze with fire. He did not want them to forget his intimate presence or his commands.
There are moments in life when God has taught us a lesson or performed a miracle. These are valuable moments of intimacy with God; they help us develop our relationship with him and pass teachable moments on to the next generations. Despite the strength of these moments, the monotony of everyday life creeps up on us and overshadows the awesomeness of God’s work. Time makes everything fade – a pleasant reminder for our sadness, but a loss when it causes us to forget God’s goodness. Although we have been blessed with many miracles, one clear act of God is imprinted in my mind. After five months of repeatedly being told that little boy #1 had an inoperable, malignant brain tumor that would take his life in months maybe even weeks, due to one MRI, the right doctors, the right time, and the perseverance of parents with one last hope, the tumor was removed and found to be completely benign – knee cartilage in fact. I can clearly remember the moment in the waiting room when the neurosurgeon came out to tell us the tumor was benign, and he thought he had removed all of it. In one split second life changed. We knew the chances of losing him on the operating table were extremely high, and now not only was he stable and doing well, he was going to live and be able to have his second much-needed open-heart surgery. I revisit this moment often. Not only was it a miracle, it is imperative not to forget that moment and what God did for us that day. It is a clear example of God’s love for us and his hand at work that we can share with our son when he is older as well as a reminder to cling to when times are tough.