I don't have a particular fondness for Michael Jackson or Farrah Fawcett, but talk of their deaths has been the focus of just about every news clip I've seen today. If you were a fan of either of these celebrities, chances are you'll always remember exactly where you were today when you heard the news of their passing.
I remember when Elvis Presley died. I was home watching tv with my mom and dad who were huge fans and both cried. (Yes, it's true...they really cried). I remember where I was when the space shuttle exploded. I was at JCPenney's after a college class. I remember where I was when 9-11 began to unfold. I was walking through my bedroom after taking Ellen to school and caught it on ABC.
Do you remember when you first heard about Jesus? Do you remember the first time you realized how much he loved you? Do you remember when you felt as though you would simply burst with passion for him? Do you remember when you walked into the water on the day you were baptized?
I remember it like it was yesterday. Just thinking about it leaves me breathless and my eyes well up with tears. If you haven't thought about it for years, take a moment and think back to that day when you let down the walls around your heart. Remember how it felt to trust so completely? Remember that child-like faith and reckless abandon? Do you remember?
I remember and I never want to forget.