I love to think about
- Books I’ve read.
- Funny shows that I’ve seen.
- Profound ideas.
- Teaching my dog sign language so that she can stop barking and start articulating how she really feels.
I don’t like to think about
- Cleaning my house.
- Making a menu.
- Growing old.
- Zombies roaming the neighborhood. (Remember, I tutor college kids. I’ve seen them on Saturday mornings. )
Seriously, sometimes it’s important to remember the things we’d rather forget.
That’s what happened today. I retrieved a small teddy bear from the back of an office shelf. It was a gift from my son.
When I picked it up my first thought was not,
- “Oh, wow, you’re fur is so soft”
- or “your muslim coat is so cute.”
I thought of
- smoke stacks,
- Train cars jammed with people,
- Death camps,
- orphans and refugees.
You see, my son purchased the bear at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum.
Every time I see this little bear, I remember the tears of an entire nation. The loss of a generation. I remember the hideous face of evil.
I remember the Holocaust.
It resides in all of us.
We are foolish if we think we do not need redemption.
Only God is truly good.