“The person with a good memory remembers nothing, because he forgets nothing.” (Augusta Roa Bastos) Blaise Pascal memorized the Bible and could quote any verse. I read of a person with a similar gift, except that, later in life, he wanted to forget things and couldn’t do so. There’s much to learn about how the brain works. Meanwhile, let’s give thanks for a memory that allows us to recall events…and passwords. ;-) Jack
FROM HONEST JOHN: Speaking of memory, yesterday I had an MRI and to kill the time I was thinking about great basketball teams of my youth...thought of the Iowa team with the starting guards from the QC...remembered Sharm Scheurmann and Bill ? ( seems like his last name was Swedish and may have started with Sea..."). Do you remember that guy?====JACK: Bill Seaberg. His brother also played at Iowa and is a regular contributor to Winning Words as HAWKEYE GEORGE. He can give all the details of those Moline(Quad-City)/Iowa connections during those glory years.
FROM WALMART REV: "...what did you just write?" I have been guilty of being jealous of those preachers that have a great gift to memorize, recall and seemingly create such powerful Bible teachings and sermons that stay with me the longest times... still working hard digging out my own- 0;-/====JACK: The Lord has given talents to each of us, separate from those given to others. Let us rejoice in those given to us, and use them to the best of our ability.
FROM TG IN MICHIGAN: "As a parent, at times, you must break your child's heart. Just remember NEVER to break their spirit."====JACK: To know "when to hold 'em, and when to fold 'em." Parenting and teaching are something similar to playing cards. I'm glad that I had parents and teachers who were good at it.
FROM TRIHARDER IN MICHIGAN: I might be a little guilty of that.====JACK: Guilt is a burden that we lay on ourselves...most of the time.====TRIHARDER: It's not guilt, so much. My memory is too long when I think of how others have done wrong -- not to me, necessarily. I have to learn to let go a little bit sooner. I'm getting there, though.
FROM PH IN MINNESOTA: uhhh... what was your name again??====JACK: It often happens when standing at the door greeting people after the worship service.
FROM FACEBOOK LIZ: we used to play the memory game, which had delightful european-style cards. i couldn't play more than 3 games in a row bc i would still remember the cards' positions from previous games.====JACK: I remember playing a memory game where everyone sat in a circle. The first person said, "I went on a trip and I brought along a (name something)." The second person would say the same thing and add something else. If there were 15 people in the circle, the memory list would be quite long. It was fun to add strange items.
FROM PLAIN FOLKS CHESTER: I use the same password for everything on the net. Lot simpler and, if anyone wants to invade my privacy, they can anyhow.====JACK: Did you ever pull guard duty and have to say, "Halt, who goes there?" and then ask for the password?
FROM PH IN MINNESOTA: uhhh... what was your name again??====JACK: It often happens when standing at the door greeting people after the worship service.
FROM FACEBOOK LIZ: we used to play the memory game, which had delightful european-style cards. i couldn't play more than 3 games in a row bc i would still remember the cards' positions from previous games.====JACK: I remember playing a memory game where everyone sat in a circle. The first person said, "I went on a trip and I brought along a (name something)." The second person would say the same thing and add something else. If there were 15 people in the circle, the memory list would be quite long. It was fun to add strange items.
FROM PLAIN FOLKS CHESTER: I use the same password for everything on the net. Lot simpler and, if anyone wants to invade my privacy, they can anyhow.====JACK: Did you ever pull guard duty and have to say, "Halt, who goes there?" and then ask for the password?
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It's odd but today I am thankful for memory, because I'm praying for healing of my memory of a relationship with a significant other who has chosen to maintain distance--not only geographical but also evidently emotional. Things are broken and I'm too honest to pretend it's nothing and doesn't matter. In these kinds of situations, memory is about all a person has, memory and prayer that somehow in some mysterious way that God alone can author now, healing and peace will come again and even--I have hope--this memory of caring and loss will change and become whole and sunny once again.
S.H. in MI
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