Tuesday, September 6, 2011


I remember after dad died wondering whether memory was a blessing or a curse.  Some thoughts were so sweet and real, that I reached out, eyes closed and arms extended, to futilely and longingly hug my long gone father.  Other times, I would see pictures or videos in which he strutted the stage falsely - he was no longer alive - and I wished my memory would fade. The water of my tears could not spring new life from the graves of the dead. The photo albums gathered dust.  My cheeks remained dry.  I took the "me" out of memory. 

I was reading a post at Dawn Eden's site today (The Dawn Patrol) featuring a great quote from an article by (then) Cardinal Ratzinger on the importance of memory:

"[It] is only the person who has memories who can hope. . . . Recently a counselor who spends much of his time talking with people on the verge of despair was speaking in similar terms about his own work: if his client succeeds in recalling a memory of some good experience, he may once again be able to believe in goodness and thus relearn hope; then there is a way out of despair. Memory and hope are inseparable. To poison the past does not give hope: it destroys its emotional foundations."


  1. I have been wanting to "Ask the Professor" on "Words to the Wise" on WTCM. Is there a root relationship to the words "think" and "thank". Is thanking really us thinking with gratitude, especially regarding our past?

  2. Pastor Anthony, I'm so happy my post touched you. Sending up a prayer for you. Please send one up for me.