Chris Vecera
Forgetfulness usually gets you in trouble. If you forget to do your chores or homework, things usually won’t end well. Don’t forget your girlfriend’s birthday or Valentine’s Day! Did you forget to get your dad a card for Father’s Day?
Give it enough time and you’ll forget the things that you wish you could remember. If Facebook didn’t remind you, the fun times you had with friends would disappear into the internet. If it weren’t for pictures, you’d slowly lose the faces of loved ones and friends you don’t see anymore. You want to remember the love that’s been shown to you, but you can’t seem to hold onto those memories tightly. For some reason, when you need some good memories, they aren’t easy to remember.
So why doesn’t it work that way with the things you want to erase from your brain? You remember every detail of the things that you wish you could forget. Sure, you try to hide them. On the outside you do a pretty good job, but eventually they flare up in your mind. You can’t “unsee” the images on the computer screen. You can’t “unthink” the gossip and betrayal. You can’t undo the hook-ups. You can’t forget the beating and abuse. You can’t rewind the failures.
As you eat your Cheerios, you forget the things you want to remember and remember the things you want to forget. The words of the Accuser always seem to win, but there is another Word. It comes from outside of your mind. It’s spoken to you. It goes against your experience.
I was a student in Dr. Rod Rosenbladt’s doctrine class at Concordia, Irvine when I heard this story.
“Pastor,” the young woman’s eyes were bloodshot from crying all night, “Can I talk to you?”
He had just poured his first cup of coffee for the morning, “Of course Jessica, come in. What’s up?” She had grown up in the congregation, and the pastor had known her family for years.
“I can’t sleep,” she said, “I want to talk to Mike, but I can’t. He would be so mad. We’ve been dating for two years, and things were going pretty good. I don’t think he would be able to forgive me. I already feel like everyone looks at me different. I can’t imagine what it would feel like if everyone knew.” Her eyes started to well up, “I’m not even sure I can talk with you pastor. I messed up. I don’t think I can go to church anymore. I can’t face the people, let alone God.”
“What is it Jessica?”
“I had an abortion. Pastor, I should go. I don’t want to burden you.”
“No. No. It’s no burden.”
“How can God forgive me? I didn’t tell anyone I was going to do it. Mike always talks about how he wants to have kids someday. I just wasn’t ready, but after everything…” she was sobbing now, “I wish I would have kept it. I can’t get the doctor’s face out of my mind. I have dreams about going to the clinic over and over again.”
“I’m so sorry.” He paused and the room was silent for a moment, “This may sound strange, but you were in church last Sunday, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you remember confessing your sins with the congregation?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t make the memories go away. Sometimes it makes them worse.”
“That’s one of the reasons we confess our sins and hear the absolution every Sunday. Our memories work against us. We can do it today if you want.”
“Really, we can do that?”
“Sure.”
“Okay.” They opened the service book together and read through the private confession and absolution. Through tears she confessed her sin.
“…God be merciful to you and strengthen your faith.”
“Amen,” she whispered.
“Do you believe that my forgiveness is God’s forgiveness?”
Again, in a low and shaky voice, “Yes.”
“Let it be done for you as you believe,” with his hands on her head he gently spoke, “In the stead and by the command of my Lord Jesus Christ I forgive you all your sins in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.”
After a few moments of silence, she looked up with a grimace, “Thanks pastor. Could you do me a favor though?”
“Sure. Anything.”
“Don’t tell Mike about the abortion.”
“What abortion, Jessica?” There was a soft grin on her face. They hugged and she let out a deep sigh in relief. As she left the church office the pastor slowly took his first sip of coffee.
The other Word is a promise. It’s the promise of the new creation. When you can’t forget your sin, because it plagues your conscience, your pastor reminds you that when God sees you He doesn’t see you as you feel: condemned. That condemnation has already fallen on Christ. Instead, He sees you covered in the righteousness of His perfect Son, righteousness that has been won for you on the cross and delivered to you in the words of absolution. This is God’s promise: “I will be merciful toward their iniquities, and I will remember their sins no more” (Hebrews 8:12), and this promise is for you. This word defeats the demons in your mind.
This is the blessed forgetfulness. Rest assured, no Christian will have his sins counted against him. Your sin will to cling to you, but you are blessed with this forgetfulness: You are new and your sin will not be counted against you. It doesn’t feel like it, but it’s true. God will not remember it. Don’t despair. Jesus has done it all for you.
Chris Vecera is the Director of Youth Ministry at Lutheran Church of the Cross in Aliso Viejo, California. He can be reached at promissio5611@gmail.com.
I am no rookie when it comes to youth conventions and youth trips. Calgary, Seattle, Orlando, Estes Park, Southern California, and on and on: these are some of the places that I’ve brought some 200 different youth over the last 15 years. I’ve slept on a lot of church floors, eaten a lot of fast food, rented charter buses, and been to about every amusement park imaginable. I have also seen it all: Christian Rock Bands, Christian Rap Music, Christianized mosh pits, crowd surfing, Praise and Worship Bands, big projector screens, amped up decibels, dynamic speakers, Christian comedians, altar calls, and don’t forget fog machines. None of this though would prepare me for Higher Things.
I was so excited when I found out I was going to be a CCV (College Conference Volunteer) at this year’s Higher Things conference. As I anticipated the busy week months in advance, I thought about the activities, the adventures, the friendships that I would experience. What I think I was most thrilled about was this years theme, “Te Deum.” A hymn that begins te deum laudamus, ‘We praise you, O God.’ If you have never been to a Higher Things® conference, you should know that there is something truly breathtaking about a thousand young people singing the liturgy. I was excited to praise God with so many other fellow Lutherans.
Lounged against a wooden wall before chapel started, I thought deep and hard about my sins – the ones I knew, the ones I didn’t know. And while doing so, I surveyed the crucifix drooped from the ceiling as if it were an unexpected corpse sighting. The body was bruised and stripped of clothes. The nails dripped of innocent blood. There hung the man on it: defeated and dead.
Heaven came to earth this week at Higher Things. It sounds weird, doesn’t it? I mean, we live on earth, right? We have mortal bodies. We are the very dust of this earth, belonging to creation and living in this world as humans. We are sinners, every single one of us, from the very core of our being. There is no denying the fact that earth, even as it houses the greatest temples and treasures of our lives, is not worthy to hold heaven itself, even for a second.
Forgiveness doesn’t look like much. In fact it’s down-right ugly. We expect that when God does something for it to be beautiful, spectacular even. This is the God of TV who sends gorgeous angels to intercede, while flooding onlookers with a soft, gentle light that does not reveal the flaws in anyone’s complexion. Rarely do the mystics speak of finding God in the mundane, much less the ugly, rather they will speak of finding God in a beautiful landscape, sunset, fields of rainbows, butterflies, and kittens. This is because our Old Adam is programmed to never really see the things of God, instead he defines himself as God, so what he sees as good, right, and beautiful, must then be God. The Old Adam cannot afford to see the things of God, to see the reconciliation wrought only by bloody hands and feet on a hillside outside Jerusalem, because there is no room for him in that reconciliation, instead he must die. To fallen human senses, forgiveness smells like death.
When Lutherans talk about law and Gospel stuff we talk about two kingdoms stuff at the same time. What is “two kingdoms stuff”? That’s the way Martin Luther talked to distinguish between the two different ways God works in and for His creation. One kingdom comes when Jesus’ death and resurrection is preached. In this kingdom sin, death, and the devil are ruled over by God yesterday, today, and all the way until the Last Day. This happens “when God gives us His Holy Spirit so that we may believe His Word and live godly lives…”, as Luther writes in the Small Catechism. Today we receive this in hope but at the resurrection it will come “in heaven forever,” when all the powers of the devil are destroyed once for all.
There is not one person in this world who has not experienced any degree of suffering that has hurt them emotionally and physically. There is not one person in this world who has not, filed away in their past, things that they wish had never happened – things that have changed their life, things that they have carried with them to the present. And there is not one person in this world who lacks that certain “tic,” the uncontrollable itch inside of them, a weakness attributed to them since birth. A weakness that is hidden within the skin of our flesh, a truth deep within our nature to which others can not clearly see.
He suspected it was an ambush. The sweet-sounding invitation to come over and join her on Tuesday afternoon. The smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies wafting through the air. The glass of cold milk sweating on the table. “Have a seat,” she smiled. He did. Polite small talk. He thanked her and ate a cookie. Drank half the glass of milk. Wiped his mouth with the perfectly folded napkin.