I used to be amused when my husband’s parents would try to
tell of a shared experience. I would often wonder if they were actually talking
about the same event since it couldn’t possibly have happened according to both
versions of the story. Each had his or her own perspective.
A similar occurrence is described here in Ezra, chapter 3.
The Israelites have returned from their exile in Babylon and have begun the
slow process of rebuilding the temple. The shouts of joy and the sound of
weeping were the people’s response to the laying of the foundation of the
temple-to-be. Among the crowd of celebrants were some old people who remembered
the glory days of the original temple; their joy was tempered by memories of
what they had lost and what they had suffered. Their wailing was
indistinguishable from the shouts of joy. Same view, different perspective.
It is the same for us. We see things differently from those
whose experiences and memories are not exactly the same as ours. Nostalgia for
the good old days can easily turn a celebration into a bittersweet moment.
Remembering the past is a good thing – whether they are good memories or bad
ones. As someone has observed, “Memories are a strange thing. We can’t see them
or touch them, yet who are we when they’re gone?”*
But problems arise when we allow the past to rob us of
today’s joy and tomorrow’s hope. Let your past be the place where you store
your happy memories and your important life-lessons. Follow Paul’s example:
“Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on
toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in
Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 3: 13 and 14)
Shed a little tear for the good old days but celebrate the
Lord’s goodness today as you look forward with hope for tomorrow. Shout for
joy!
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