Selective Memory

"How can it be..." asked Gracey, "that you can remember Bible verses, but cannot even recall what I told you couple days back?" We were both sitting in her car, on our way to a slumber night on the eve of Labour Day holiday.

I suppose I am getting old. And old (ok-ageing) people have decaying grey matter. And it's a matter of time before one becomes really selective of things to retain in that cranium cavity of limited storage capacity.

"Well," I began, "I think I have..."

"Selective memory" we both chorused. And laughed.

It is true. As my brain groans under the pressure of information overload, it goes into automatic overdrive and keeps only what it thinks is important. OK, what I think is important.

So I need to be reminded of appointments as they get nearer, I forget where I left my things and I am kinda generally absent-minded about the nitty-gritty of daily life... all at the expense of attempting to be sharp and incisive in slicing and dividing the Word of Truth.

It is a wonderful trade-off.