This is the Day…Tuesday
January 26, 2021
Mable McKinney was a ninety-six-year-old lady that I frequently visited when I was pastoring in middle Tennessee. Ms. Mable, as I called her, was a white haired, classy, and well-respected lady of the local society who continued to be involved in various civic organizations around town. She lived in a beautiful, antebellum style home which was positioned on a hill just outside of town. Mable and her husband, Charles, had lived in the home, passed down from Mable’s father, for nearly seventy years.
I never had the opportunity to meet Charles because he passed away several years before I arrived in town. But Mable often spoke of her dear husband. She shared countless stories of their time together. Stories of their three children, eight grandchildren and countless great grandchildren. One of Mable’s favorite stories was to talk about her grandson, Charlie Duke, who was an astronaut and was the tenth and youngest person to walk on the moon.
I frequently went to visit with Mable because I loved to hear her stories and to ask her questions about the past. Mable had an amazing memory and was like a walking encyclopedia when it came to historical events. Mable was born in 1898, so she had lived through many times of trial and prosperity in our country.
Mable was in her early thirties during the market crash of 1929 and I often asked her to tell me about her life during that trying time. She told me about the fear that everyone experienced during those years. “My daddy lost just about everything during the crash. We did not have two pennies to rub together.” She would say. She would tell me story after story about the struggles of that time.
On one occasion I asked Mable, “How do you remember all those events and stories with such detail?” Mable sternly responded to me by saying, “You must remember! How can we learn from our past, be faithful in the present, and have hope for the future if we don’t remember?”
What a lesson Mable taught me! Several years later, just before her one-hundredth birthday, I was one of the preachers at Mable’s funeral. And I remembered. I spoke about Mable and her remarkable life. I still remember.
Sometimes remembering can be painful. Remembering hard times from your past or times of fear and worry can unearth those same emotions that we try to avoid. But we must remember. As it was said to the Israelites in the book of Deuteronomy, “Then take care lest you forget the LORD, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery.” (Deuteronomy 6:12) Whatever your past may be, remember it. Learn from it. The view in the rear-view mirror is much clearer and reveals God’s provision and constant presence. Remembering gives you faithfulness for today and hope for the future. On this day which God has given you, remember those events which transformed your life. Most of all, remember that God was there with you.