Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, Deuteronomy... A beautiful picture of redundant clarity.
Over and over we read of the rescue from slavery, the plan for worship, the dimensions of the Tent of Meeting, the instruction for slaughter, and of the path to the promised land. I'm reading it quickly, so things are becoming distinctly apparent that hid between the pages until now. God rescued His people. He taught them to worship. He pointed them toward their purpose. And then, He used man to tell the story of the rescue, to retell the instruction and remind them where they were going...again, and again, and again. (And again!) I was tempted to skim over it. The teacher inside me didn't see the purpose in wasting time reading something I fully absorbed the first time, but I harvested the fruit of self-control and found the beautiful lesson. "Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting." God used Moses to painstakingly repeat detail after detail, instruction after instruction and plan after plan so that they didn't fall out of love with their Creator. After reminding them more times than they could count what He'd saved them from and telling until they could commit to memory the instructions they needed to worship Him and where they were going, He finally told them to write the words on their hearts, hands and foreheads. And He told them more than once. Why? Why the redundancy? Why did God continually repeat Himself? Why didn't Moses roll his eyes and deliver the Reader's Digest version just once?
It's within us, you realize, to forget what God has done for us. We're just arrogant enough, that if we're not careful, we'll allow our mindset to change until the hell that He rescued us from becomes nothing more than a sweet dose of nostalgia. We're capable of deciding that, while He may very well have been present, it was probably a little more of our ingenuity than it was His intervention that brought us to where we stand today. If we're not actively writing it on our hearts and our hands and our foreheads, we'll forget to tell our children the beautiful redemption stories that God whispered as He designed our lives.
So, fill your homes with stories that tell of His goodness. Remind your parents of His faithfulness. Raise your sons to boast in His strength. Show your daughters what He's taught your heart about beauty. Remind yourself what it felt like to be an orphan. Write it on your heart. Tie it on your hand. Bind it to your forehead.
Because, after all, Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting.
What are you determined not to forget? If He's rescued you from slavery, taught you what it means to worship or shown you your purpose, please share it with us in a comment. Never underestimate the power of your testimony!