Until I stumbled across this:
In a week, gifted men and women drew up their own twisted concepts of fan fiction, vehemently discussed convoluted conspiracies involving the likes of both of them, and replayed what could be known as Rebecca Sugar’s signature song. (If it were for me, I’d start a petition for Secondhand Serenade to cover it…But you didn’t hear that from me!)
But, regardless if your eyes have been swayed by the feels, there’s a point to prove from this awkward display of nerdiness.
Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. Isaiah 29:15, CEV
Life makes us forget-or, at least, drive through our memories into our subconscious. All of this mnemonic conundrum stems from the unsettling aftermath of our fall. Puny man learned how to feel shame, hide, lie and destroy all in a pair of seconds. Because of it, Adam and Eve must have felt forever haunted by their own sin. Replaying the issue to their offspring, creating sacrifices from a barren land, watching a son die…It all played out on their conscience.
And yet, there is a secret irony, a secret hypocrisy that no one likes to share: we forget when we feel forlorn, but we forget to forget when we need to forgive! This is when we are torn in half: when we meet the Lord, we must choose between losing ourselves and forgetting ourselves and remembering God. Then again, we continue with the same malas mañas.
Puny human keeps lying.
Puny human keeps stealing.
Puny human keeps straying near the rivers of sin.
And we arrive, like the prodigal son, all covered in muck and grime-y’know, the good kind. But God doesn’t look at our muck; He looks at us, seated again on golden thrones. He sees at us beautiful, well-dressed, with a lamb in our hands and a party in our backyard.
We forget when we feel forlorn, but we forget to forget when we need to forgive. But scrap that with God-‘cause He don’t work that way. And I’m glad.