when i remember
When I remember.
Peter’s face as he hung upside down on a cross.
Feeling unworthy to die in the same way as Jesus.
He knew what it meant to count the cost.
When I remember.
The wife and mother watching her husband and sons sink.
The Titanic, the unsinkable, gone.
Every petty thing in the world didn’t matter anymore, as her heart sank in a blink.
When I remember.
Jewish children lining the brick wall.
Shots fired, little bodies collapsed.
Evil men still standing tall.
When I remember.
The last words of those calling their loved ones from the planes and inside the twin towers.
I cry hearing their voices every 9/11, in their voices I hear agonizing love and supernatural power.
When I remember.
The beloved father drafted into war, with little chance of coming home.
The lone hurricane survivor, with no family to be found and nothing to call his own.
When I remember.
The genocide leaving thousands upon thousands of Rwandans dead.
The 21 Egyptian, Christian men who were executed by ISIS, through the cutting off of their heads.
When I remember.
That people with ebony skin were once traded and sold like cattle.
The 40,000 plus men found dead or wounded in Gettysburg from battle.
When I remember.
It doesn’t make me fall into the dark.
When I remember, it reminds me of what actually matters.
It reminds me that I have a chance to make a mark.
When I remember.
It puts me in their place and my life flashes before my eyes.
When I remember.
My entire perspective suddenly shifts, to eternity my eyes rise.
When I remember.
It makes me realize what suffering really is.
When I remember.
I am filled with courage.
When I remember.
I remember to live.
