For more than a year I’ve been living with a black hole in my memory. I only just discovered it.
We brought home our rough collie pup Savannah about a year ago. One of her first friends was named—or so I thought—Cleveland. Easy name to remember. Grover Cleveland—the 22nd and 24th President of the United States, and the only President to serve two non-consecutive terms. Easy to remember because I love the Walt Disney movie “The One and Only Genuine Original Family Band,” and one of the catchy songs is about Grover Cleveland.
But that’s not his name.
Five times I have been told this young man’s name, and five times I’ve forgotten. Calvin Coolidge was the 30th President of the United States. Savannah’s friend’s name is Calvin. If I knew a catchy song about Calvin, perhaps I would remember.
I met Calvin last week and Savannah and I walked him home since we were going the same way. Mere minutes later when I got home—I had forgotten his name…again. All I could think of was Cleveland. I looked up a list of U.S. Presidents and reminded myself his name was Calvin. By the next day—I had forgotten again.
That’s when I realized my memory had a black hole. I looked up the Presidents again and found Calvin. This time I pinned it to the cartoon “Calvin and Hobbs,” and have thus remembered it more than a few minutes at a time.
No matter our ages, we are all prone to black holes in our memory. So be gentle with other people when they forget things—even repeatedly.
I am so thankful that God never forgets us. The black holes He created are in space, not in His memory of us.
Psalm 136 says that the Lord remembers us and that His mercy endures forever.