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Zakar: remember

I am rendered sanctified.

I am given into acknowledgement of righteousness by God.

I am consecrated by Christ's blood, submitted to the High Judge for purification.

Daily, hourly. Each moment.

The unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God. BUT. I was bathed, consecrated by the blood of a strange, lonely carpenter. I am admitted venerable, "accorded great respect" by the Almighty.

Therefore

I must declare the works of Him. He who established a testimony with Israel and appointed a law which he commanded our fathers to teach to their children, that the next generation might know,...the children yet unborn,...so that they should set their hope in GOD and NOT FORGET the works of God, but keep His commandments. I will not hide the sayings of old from my children. I will tell them of my GOD, of his glorious deeds, of His wonderful works. (paraphrase of Psalm 78:3-7)

Zakar, the Greek word for remember. It means to recall, to make a memorial. I must zakar the places He has taken me; the valleys, the quiet waters, the open spaces, the cleft in a rock.

Moses was commanded numerous times to WRITE. "Write this for a memorial in a book," declares He who Sees. (Ex 17:14). Write so they will remember. Create memorials so that your children will know. The Lord's wrath visited those who "forgot His works" (Ps 78:10).

Solomon, World's Wisest Man, admonished to write mercy and truth "on the tablet of your heart" (Pr 3:3).

Sweet Deuteronomy 6 is close to my heart. In it, our General commands Israel to write the law upon their door posts, on their gates. He says to tie them on their hands, a daily visual reminder of freedom from slavery. He urges to meditate upon them, to talk of them amongst daily activities, among children and elderly alike.

When I sit, when I walk. When I lie down. When I arise. When I go about my day. With my son. With my husband. With my coworker. With my friend. In the car. On the train. In a thunderstorm.

I shall make a memorial of these things. I shall write them and talk about them. I shall meditate upon His works, His commands, His love.

Join me.

Comments

  1. I love your heart Rach. Thanks for sharing and inviting us to join you. I most definitely shall. I used to write scripture on my mirrors and keep it around the house to remind me. I think I will start that again. :) I am thankful that God uses you in my life so often to encourage me and remind me of His great love. Even though we are far away I hope that we may journey together as new mommies, charged with such a great task as this, that we may challenge each other and help each other live boldly for Christ. Let's talk soon.

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