April 26, Morning
C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling
"This do in remembrance of Me." — 1 Corinthians 11:24 · KJV
It seems, then, that Christians may forget Christ! There would be no need for this loving exhortation if there were not a fearful possibility that our memories might prove treacherous. Nor is this a bare possibility; it is, alas, too well confirmed in our experience — not as a mere possibility, but as a lamentable fact. It seems almost impossible that those who have been redeemed by the blood of the dying Lamb, and loved with an everlasting love by the eternal Son of God, should forget that gracious Savior; but, startling as it is to the ear, it is, alas, too plain to the eye to allow us to deny the fault. Forget Him who never forgot us! Forget Him who poured out His blood for our sins! Forget Him who loved us even to death! Can it be possible? Yes, it is not only possible, but conscience confesses that it is too sadly a fault with all of us, that we let Him be like a wayfaring man who stays but for a night. He whom we should make the abiding tenant of our memory is but a visitor there. The cross, where one would think memory would linger, and forgetfulness would be an unknown intruder, is trodden by the feet of forgetfulness. Does not your conscience say that this is true? Do you not find yourself forgetful of Jesus? Some creature steals away your heart, and you are unmindful of Him on whom your affection ought to be set. Some earthly business engrosses your attention, when you should fix your eye steadily on the cross. It is the incessant turmoil of the world, the constant attraction of earthly things, that draws the soul away from Christ. While memory too well preserves a poisonous weed, it lets the rose of Sharon wither. Let us charge ourselves to bind a heavenly forget-me-not about our hearts for Jesus our Beloved; and, whatever else we let slip, let us hold fast to Him.