BBC Radio Leicester Thought for the Day
© John Denney 8 June 2004
Did you see the transit of Venus yesterday?† When Venus passed between the earth and the sun?† I watched safely by internet as the little black dot of Venus slowly moved across the face of the sun.† The last time anyone saw it, it was probably the Astronomer Royal in your †great-grandfatherís day.† The Bible says that God was the first astronomer: He counts the stars and assigns each a name.
Human astronomers astonish me.† They can predict exactly when amazing astronomical events occur.† Down to the fraction of a second.† Itís a mystery.† Higher mathematics, they say.† When I was a sixth-former at the Wyggy, I could integrate and differentiate equations and do trigonometry with the best of them, but itís all gone.† pr2 is about my limit these days.
Do you get those ďsenior momentsĒ like me?† You know, when you go into the shed to get something, and then canít remember why you went there.† Or an old friend bumps into you in the street with a cheery ďHelloĒ and you canít remember his name. One evening a few weeks ago, I should have been brushing my teeth before bedtime but realised I had lathered up, ready for a shave.† Iím not alone, though.† Yesterday, my wife treated me to a lunch at a pub about five miles away.† Actually, she wanted me to be a beast of burden in fetching something from a shop near the pub.† But thatís another story.† We were reading the menu when she realised her purse was missing.† A panicky search of the pub and the car park produced negative results.† So it was back in the car, home, and there was her purse, sitting smugly on a shelf.
We have to make a special effort to remember things.† Last Sunday, the whole of Europe remembered D-Day, the crucial moment in the war to liberate Europe from the would-be Nazi empire.† The sixth of June happens to be my wedding anniversary too, so D-Day reminds me that it was Denney-Day, and I get the roses and the choccies in.
Godís memory is different from ours, though.† Once our sins are forgiven, God entirely forgets them.† Theyíre wiped from the records.† But God remembers the good things we do.† The psalmist said this: God keeps track of the decent folk; what they do won't soon be forgotten.†
Now, where did I park my car ? Ö