BBC Radio Leicester Thought for the Day
© John Denney 14 June 2007
I've got a little digital camera. There's a thing called an SD card that stores all the pictures. It's about the size of a postage stamp, and it can hold over 750 full-resolution photos. In the old days, that took over 20 cassettes of film. And one of my sons has an MP3 player about the size of a book of matches that holds well over 200 songs - that's 20 LP's worth, or even more.
Everything digital seems to be getting smaller and more clever and cheaper these days. Now, at the same time as all this improvement in digital memory, I've noticed that my memory isn't improving at all! I haven't got to the stage of going somewhere for something and forgetting what it was before I get there, but I sometimes forget what I want to say in the middle of a ….. erm ….. oh ….. word thing ..…sentence!
And sometimes I get unexpected and long-forgotten memories jumping up in my mind. A bit like Wordsworth's daffodils that came upon his inward eye. Good memories - the first time I held my baby son in my arms, the proud wearing of my school uniform on the first day of term, my one and only moment of glory on the Rugby field.
And for all these good memories, I can offer up a prayer of thanks for what they mean to me. Time and again, Saint Paul put this little statement in his encouraging letters to the early Christians: I always thank my God as I remember you in my prayers. Maybe we can do the same.
 Philemon 1:4. See also Ephesians 1:16; Philippians 1:3; 1 Thessalonians 1:3; 2 Timothy 1:3