Memories are a gift from God.  Of course there are some things in life that are best forgotten, but I believe most things are worth remembering, at least as long as our brains are able to recall those memories.  A lot of that recall ability seems to be connected to how the specific memory made its way into our consciousness.  For instance, songs seem to embed themselves in a deeper and more emotional part of our brain.  It’s amazing how a song can take us back to a specific moment in time and conjure up other memories and feelings associated with that song.  The lyrics to those songs are something else that seem to be recalled with greater ease than maybe a passage from a book you read or something someone said to you.


I grew up singing hymns in church every week.  When I hear those songs today, I’m immediately transported to the sanctuary at First Christian Church in Scottsburg, Indiana.  I’m also able to recall the lyrics with hardly any effort.  They seem to just flow right out of my sub consciousness where they were filed away.

One of those hymns is In The Garden. Not only is this a beautiful, flowing melody, the lyric taps into the visual sense leading the worshipper into a true place of communion with Jesus. 

A key element of Christianity that distinguishes it from any other religion is the opportunity for a personal relationship with God through Christ Jesus. John 10:27 says, “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.”


Our Shepherd is close by.  He walks and talks with us.  He leads us by still waters, He comforts and heals, and He finds us when we wander off.

Another beautiful reminder in this song is the need to abide or as the song says “tarry” with Christ.  I don’t know about you but I’m usually in a hurry.  Sometimes because I need to be but most of the time because I choose to be.  So if I choose to be in a hurry, I can also choose not to be.

Jeremiah 2:25 says, Do not run until your feet are bare and your throat is dry.


Gardens equal life.  Think about it: Gardens are environments built for things to thrive.  But things don’t grow in a garden overnight.  It takes time.  It takes effort.    May we commit to spending the time and effort necessary to enjoy a thriving relationship with Jesus as we walk together not only in the moment but in remembrance of all He has done.

*In The Garden was written by C. Austin Miles, © 1912