I forget stuff–where I put my keys, something from the grocery store, an unfinished chore. Like my dad used to say, “I don’t have a memory, I have a forgettery.”
We are forgetful people. God established the Passover celebration so his people would remember the slaves’ exodus from Egypt. And it works–centuries later the story is still fresh, thanks to the words, the tastes and the family traditions. Holy Week is also an exercise in remembering. Not just the “Do this in remembrance . . . ” (Luke 22:19) of the Communion service, but the prayer, betrayal, rejection, pain, waiting and overwhelming joy.