Our trio performed a Christmas Concert at a nursing facility.  Afterwards, a lady who was a resident there, came to speak with me.  With tears cascading down her cheeks she said, “You remind me of my father.”  I said, “Well I sure hope he was a better man than I am.” She replied, “He was a drunk.”  A drunk?  Uh, OK – maybe my last song was a little too much. 

Well, she went on to explain.  He was actually a mean drunk – but each Christmas Season he would mellow.  He would break out his guitar and lead the family in the singing of carols.  As I led the singing that day, that memory was revived and it warmed her heart.   That’s what she preferred to remember about her daddy.

We tend to remember the things that deeply, emotionally impact us – that which is exceedingly good or incredibly bad.  Most of us would hope that any memories of us would be bathed in the warmth of good thoughts. 

The apostle Paul reveals how that might be possible.  In Philippians 1:3-5, he wrote, “I thank my God every time I remember you. I always pray with joy in my every prayer for all of you because of your participation in the gospel from the first day until now.”

Paul often thought about the Christians in the town of Philippi and the way that they had participated with him in his Gospel ministry.  Those memories fostered joyful thoughts.   

But what did he mean by “participation?”  Well, the book of Philippians was Paul’s version of a thank you note.  He used the letter to express his gratitude for the generous way that they had financially supported his ministry.

He wrote, “For I have received everything, and I have plenty. I have all I need because I received from Epaphroditus what you sent—a fragrant offering, an acceptable sacrifice, very pleasing to God” – Philippians 4:18.

They provided the resources that Paul needed in order to do his outreach ministry.  Paul mentioned elsewhere that they gave out of their “deep poverty” (2 Cor 8:1-2).

As Paul carried the Gospel from town-to-town, he often remembered that it was those sweet brothers and sisters at Philippi that made it possible.  They selflessly pared back their own standard of living to support him.

So sometimes I wonder what people might remember about me.  What do they remember of my ministry as a pastor, besides the fact that my shirt tail was always on the loose?   

Maybe it was my pulpit ministry.  After all I spent 10-15 hours each week preparing a sermon – working through the Greek, making sure each message was accurate.  I prepared a video file to go with it.  I even rehearsed the message.  I figure I spent a cumulative total of about 17,940 hours over 23 years of doing sermon prep. 

And yet the only sermon people seem to remember is the one where I almost fell off the platform

People tend to remember other things!   She remembered the time I showed up at the hospital and prayed over their newborn.  That Deacon remembered when I cranked up my lawnmower and mowed his lawn because he wasn’t able. 

My associate remembered how I would always drop what I was doing when he needed to talk with me.  Then there was that man who remembered the grace and forgiveness he received when he came to me for counsel. 

It was those personal, considerate acts of love and service that they remember – things that anyone of us could and probably should do. 

Of course, being remembered, is not what motivated my ministry.  Not at all – but it is heart-warming to know that I have had some positive impact on the lives of others – and it is remembered.

If I had it to do all over again, I think I would spend less time parsing Greek verbs and more time loving people. 

A PRAYER: Thank you, Lord for good memories

This has been Jim Johnson and pickleheavenpress.com

May the grace of our Lord Jesus be with you always.

Scripture passages are from the NETBible ®