It shows up on most websites I need to sign in to.
Usually right below the blank for my password.
A check box followed by the words “Remember me.”
After Communion several weeks ago, something has changed.
Now when I see that check box and those familiar words, I find myself hearing in my head the refrain we sang that Sunday past.
“Jesus, remember me when You come into your kingdom.”
The song refers to the words spoken by one of the two thieves crucified alongside Jesus.
I’ll admit it. I want to be remembered. Hopefully in a fond way. And perhaps as someone who made a difference in the world.
We live on in the memories of others, our immortality resides in the minds of those who knew and loved us.
Yet, the infatuation with legacy can become narcissistic and at times parylyzing, as if my life has already ended and I have nothing left to give.
God forbid that I become like that other thief who on the edge of the eternal abyss curses the One who holds the key to eternal life;
Who knows me like no other, Who fearfully and wonderfully made me, and Who continues to make me into who I am from that small beginning when I was knit together in my mother’s womb.
So when I click that little box beneath my password, may I remember that I reside in the mind of God and that is the only thing that matters, the only legacy I need to leave behind.
“Jesus, remember me ….”