This is particularly a shame because of the words that Moses had given that first generation in Deuteronomy 6:
God knew that something about humanity. We forget. So we need to be reminded again and again and again.
As you know, I have a rich heritage. I have parents who through their lives and their stories have shaped who I am. We have family stories like the time that our car died and my parents had us pray during family devotions that God would take care of our situation — and the next day we got a call from a former neighbor saying “Hey, I feel like God is nudging me to give you our car.” Or times when we were out of grocery money (because tithe and supporting missionaries came first, so if there was an emergency, we ate less meat) - -and we prayed about it and the next day a friend from church stopped by with food. My parents never asked anyone for anything — except God and he always provided.
So even as an adult sometimes my mom will remind me of one of those times when God took care of us in the past … which means that he’s got us now.
I don’t want the next generation to forget. Bart and I have stories in our own family (and this is getting long so I won’t share them) that I remind my kids of. I’m starting to tell my grandchildren stories about how God took care of me and my family as a kid — and how he took care of their parents when they were kids — which means that God will take care of them.
Have stories of God’s provision, goodness and care? Let’s do what Moses suggests and “repeat them again and again to our children.”
Because we don’t want the next generation to be the one that forgets.