Parents love to tell their kids stories about the early year that they may not remember. Like their birth stories. Or the time they took their first steps. Or the silly and inappropriate thing they said that one time to a stranger in a restaurant. All the stories that made us laugh or cry or wonder—we laugh and cry and wonder at them all over again.
We humans are story-based creatures. We tell stories not only for other people’s benefit, but for ours. Remembering is reliving.
Neuroscientists have discovered that every time we relive such moments, we re-experience the joy. A chemical cocktail lit up our brains in the original moment, and our retelling of the story calls out, “Hey, Bartender! I’ll have another!”
In the Bible, God’s people frequently retell God his own stories. Not because he has forgotten, but because they need to remember.
You saw our suffering.
You sent signs and wonders.
You divided the sea.
You led by pillars of cloud and fire.
You came down on Mount Sinai.
You taught us how to live as your free people.
You gave us the Sabbath for rest.
You fed us with bread from the sky.
You quenched our thirst from stones.
You gave us a home.
Tell God his own stories. Recount to him his history of activity in your life. Not because he has forgotten, but because you need to remember.
Cheers!
See Nehemiah 9:9-15
