Forgiveness and Forgetfulness, a guest post by Tanya Marlow

Forget-me-not
by bill_canada

Last night I told my husband (slightly sheepishly) that I had bought some MORE children’s books.

I like to buy children’s books and my boy likes to read them. It is not just a purchase, it is an Investment. So I am reasonably sure that although we didn’t discuss this purchase together beforehand (as we are accustomed to doing) that Jon won’t mind.

“Do you mind?” I asked.
“Well, no – except that – do you remember the discussion we had where I asked you to stop buying books and you agreed?”
My face fell. I had forgotten that conversation.

He was right. We had agreed not to buy any more books just at the moment. After the last belletristic bundle (Dr Seuss! How can you say no to Dr Seuss?) I had promised to restrain my trigger-happy internet-purchasing finger. I had promised – and then I had forgotten.

He smiled. (I think, deep down, he agrees that they are an Investment).

We are a forgetful people.

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The Israelites hated their slavery in Egypt, but they had forgotten that by the time they reached the desert. “At least in Egypt we had meat!” they complained. Already they had devalued their freedom.

Peter denied Jesus three times, and then wept when the cockerel crowed. He had forgotten the loyalty he had sworn just hours before.

In the time of the Judges they forgot about the Lord, and served other Gods. God executed judgement; they remembered. Then they forgot that they had forgotten, and did it all again.

We are a forgetful people.

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Every time I write in my spiritual journal I find I am writing the same things again and again. Why have I not learnt this lesson? Why do I always fall into the same sin, the same patterns?

I wonder if I am the only one who always seems to return to the same place with God, repenting of those same sins I was battling a year before.

We are a forgetful people.

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I watch my boy playing in the kitchen. He opens the cupboard, and I am poised, rebuke at the ready. He looks at the cupboard, looks at me; his eyes glinting with defiance and hope. I return his gaze with steadfastness and warning. Then he reaches a hand in –
“No, darling. You’re not allowed to touch.”

He closes the door and plays elsewhere. Two minutes later he returns; opens the cupboard, reaches inside.
“No darling – what did Mummy say?”

I don’t get too cross. We are a forgetful people.

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So much of my sin is tied up in forgetting; forgetting who God is, what He has done for me, who I am before Him. I forget His nature, His goodness, His commands. I forget my vows, my resolutions, my debt of gratitude. I forget the break-through revelation I had last month, the one that would make all the difference to my spiritual discipline and restore my enthusiasm and fervour. I forget the sermon that I heard this morning.

I am grateful for the repetition of the Bible. I need to hear the consistent cadence of fall, grace, atonement, redemption that recurs throughout the symphony of His revelation, reiterating time and again the promises of a generous God.

I am glad that I have a God who remembers. I am glad that I have a God who reminds me.

But I am also glad, that for some things, I have a God who forgets:

“For I will forgive their wickedness
and will remember their sins no more” (Jer 31:34)

For those days when I am more aware than usual of my wickedness, my fallenness, my foolishness, it is a relief to know that God is not sitting keeping score of my failures. He has promised to forgive them and wipe them out. He has forgotten them.

We are a forgetful people. We need a forgetful God.

Over to you:

– What are the ways that you see sin and forgetfulness intertwined in your life?

– What things help you to remember God’s character?

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Tanya Marlow

Tanya Marlow is passionate about teaching the Bible, answering tricky questions of faith and training others to do this. In the past she has done this in student and church ministry and as Associate Director of the Peninsula Gospel Partnership (PGP) Bible training course. Right now she does it by reading Bible stories to her toddler, as she learns what it means to be a stay-at-home mum who is also housebound with severe M.E. Her blog is called Thorns and Gold: on the Bible, illness, emotions, life.

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Anonymous says
February 26, 2012 at 3:03 pm

I forget that I must not talk negatively about my kids to other people. That is, when I am irritated, I tend to discuss it with one or the other of my grown children, or close friends. This puts (esp. the child I talk to) in a very awkward position regarding her/his sibling. My desire for their future is that they be close and bear no grudges, especially not mine. But, I persist in grumbling about irritations that repeatedly come around. I'm thankful that my kids respond to me by asking, “Have you discussed this with ____?” I often have, but it is more difficult with the in-law children. The seeds of discord were planted long ago, and I realize that when I discuss my discontent with one, it is a short jump to wonder, “what does she say about me and mine?”. I deserve it, too. I don't do this (very much) outside my family.