For the first twelve years of my life, I attended church
with my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins galore. I have a lot
of good memories of Christmas plays, Easter egg hunts, potluck dinners, and
VBS. But that was a long time ago and there is no reason for me to expect my
children to share in my nostalgia for those good old days. That congregation is
part of their heritage but not part of their memory.
In this passage, we read about the “spiritual amnesia”* of the people who were a generation removed from the Israelites who took
possession of the Promised Land – and two generations from those who were led
out of Egypt. There is no shame in their having no memory of the plagues and
miracles of those long-ago days - because they weren’t there when they
happened. They hadn’t been born yet! But shame on the parents who allowed
themselves and their families to be absorbed into the culture around them and
failed to teach their children to worship God.
If one generation neglects to set an example of worship and
obedience, the next generation may forsake the Lord and provoke him to anger.
My kids do not sing the same songs that I sang. My grandchildren may never know the joy of attending church every week with their extended family. The traditions of my past
are not so important to the next generation, but the gospel is. The truth that was
taught in my Sunday School classes and preached from the pulpit should never
become part of a forgotten heritage.
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