Remember

Being old one day terrifies me. This fear was solidified the other day while I was working. As many of you know, I work as a waitress and overall love it. Sometimes though, I swear it is one of the most difficult jobs out there. I have been serving for awhile so not much surprises me anymore. Yell at me, spill something, tell me your food is cold twelve times, really...not much surprises me anymore. Well, I was in for quite the surprise this weekend.
It was a Friday night and we were BUSY. I go to greet a table of an elderly couple and they began to tell me about their life, all of it. I mean, I was at this table for like a decent amount of time. They told me EVERYTHING. It was weird. Anyways, that's not the weirdest part. They begin to order and are trying to decide if they want to split a steak, next thing I knew they were fighting about it. It started off not too bad, but then, people we are talking full on fight. Yelling, name calling, fighting. I ask them if they would like me to go grab their drinks while they talk and I get their order after...NO! They mutually responded in anger. I sat and watched these elderly people bicker and say "You always do this..." and honestly, tear each other down. Awkward is an understatement.
Many would think this is just an odd experience, but it had haunted me since then. Why you ask? Simple. At first I thought, "Man, I hope my husband and I never do that one day." That we never become so bitter and jaded from years and years together that we can't even agree on what to eat. Then it hit me... I hope I don't act that way to Jesus one day.
These people were in love one day. They got married. She put on a white dress, her father her gave her away, and they pledged their love to one another and slipped rings on each other's finger. Now? Now they are so resentful, so calloused, so...forgetful of their wedding day. Who have they become? They are not the same people that walked down the isle. Am I the same girl who wept when Jesus reached down into the mire and said, "This one's mine." Have I forgotten my wedding day?
It reminded me of a sermon I listened to by Matt Chandler. He is talking about remembering what you were saved from, remembering my "wedding day" to Jesus. He says when we remember what we've been saved from is we begin to exalt in a God who is the only one who can save us. We begin to love His righteousness because ours just keeps failing. How many of you haven't been disappointed with yourself? Hadn't when you're all by yourself thought dang it, when am I going to figure this out? You can't depend on your own righteousness it doesn't get you anything but unliked by others.
The thing that can occur to us in church is that we can develope this ritual of church that requires nothing of our heart. We can know the routine, language, and be completely untouched by Jesus Christ. So I'm begging Jesus that I grow old in his arms. That I remember our "wedding day" and out love only grows deeper in my age. Not growing bitter or going out to eat just to go out to eat, not to enjoy each other's company.