And that these days should be
remembered and kept throughout
every generation, every family,
every province, and every city;
And that these days of Purim
shall not fail from among the
Jews,nor the memorial of
them perish from their seed.
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This morning I was meandering through the woods and came across these old oil well pipes and a rotting wooden oil barrel. My home town is the birthplace of the oil industry. In 1858 Colonel Edwin Drake was hired to find a way to capture oil, and in Titusville, Pennsylvania he did just that by drilling the first ever oil well. Without him, BP wouldn't be scurrying to cap a rig in the ocean, there would be no gas stations, vaseline, or hundreds of medicines just to name a few. The world would be a much different place and we like to remind ourselves of the impact on the world, so it's common to find old oil relics scattered around the forests and countryside as a reminder of our heritage.
I imagine Israel must've felt much the same about the close brush with annihilation they came through in Esther's day. They didn't want to forget God's deliverance through Esther or their victory overMordecai who had plotted against them so they began the annual feast of Purim to celebrate and remind the generations to come.
Every now and then I come across something that jogs memories in my own life of things God has done for me - deliverances, miracles, and acts of love. I treasure each and every trip down memory lane. To remember is to be reminded that God's power and faithfulness has not diminished. What he did yesterday, he can still do today!
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