Last night I was part of a worship experience that was basically a larger more interactive version of a concert of prayer that i put on for the Surge teens.  We focused on the forgotten people of the world.  As I was setting up for the worship and for the concert of prayer it struck me that the “forgotten” are those that we are specifically called to remember.  I know, I know, no one should be forgotten.  All of God’s children are important.  I am not placing importance on a select group of people, or maybe i am.  Jesus’ life was filled with people who had been forgotten by society.  His ministry was to help these people realize that their lives were important, and that they are and always will be loved, and never forgotten by God.  So, as I read story after story and recount after recount of Jesus loving on the broken and forgotten it is really hard for me to ignore the fact that I am “forgetting” something in my life.  I am not forgetting that everyone is important, but i am forgetting that everyone may not know just how important they are. 

It seems that everyone could use to be reminded, I know I always need God to remind me.  There are those out there in far away places, geographically and spiritually that God wants us to remember, and remind others of the Love they need.

The parable of the lost sheep always seems to be used to help us remember how important we are to God.  Instead think of it as a way to see how we are supposed to love.  To seek all that God seeks.  To remember those who God remembers.  To Love all that God Loves.  To live as Jesus did.

Peace and Love,

Grant