This is a four-day weekend of traditonal family gatherings in the United States. Meant to be a time of reflection and thanksgiving, it has become a weekend of football watching, movie going and over-eating, not to mention a time of creating memories. Every year, our family, in all it’s manifestations, looks forward to time with family. And every year, it seems the event itself disappoints. It’s the memories that are the glue that binds us.
Clement of Alexandria has some profound observations of the limits of memory:
“If any man thinnks that he knows anything, he knows nothing yet as he ought to know. For the truth is never mere opinion. But the supposition of knowledge inflates and fills with pride…but love edifies….if any man loves, he is known.”
Robin Amis, reflecting on this in A Different Christianity continues:
“Careful observation confirms the statement…illusions are as much a part of the content of memory as is genuine knowledge – perhaps more, since the only knowledge we normally possess is partial knowledge, or ‘knowledge of the world’ shaped by man’s mind with all the distortions this is prone to….{Clement teachs us thus}
– love does not deal in supposition, but
– love deals in truth
– if anyone loves, he/she is known
May the memories you make with those you love be the stuff of love, the sort of love that purifies us of illusions and deepens the peace that is beyond our understanding.
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Thank God! Somneoe with brains speaks!
two more:My Wife and KidsWhat was it that kept me,When I’d lost my will to fight?What sun shone so warmly,on the dawn of my loegsnt night? What sweet love could not perish,but for the end of all that lives?That which doth warm my heart,The very breath of life, it gives. Oh, to long for love Which long suffered to be whole.That which offers respite,and great comfort to my soul. No greater devotion,Nor loyalty doth exist.No words to adequately express.The wonder of this gift My wife and kids.