This rock sits at the site of the Lincoln-Douglas debate that took place October 13, 1858. Its simple inscription reads: Lincoln Douglas Debate October 13, 1858. The city of Quincy hosted the 6th of the 7 historic debates. Since then a much nicer memorial has been erected. But this rock is a perfect picture of man’s quest to keep memories alive. We have a heart for memorials.
Think how many museums and cemeteries include the word memorial in their titles and/or descriptions: Memorial Park, Memorial Bridge, Flynn Memorial Stadium and so many, many more. We love to remember…actually…we love to memorialize. It helps us tell our story. Visit a home and you’ll often see a special planter or stone marker, an usual rock or piece of wood, or any number of other items placed in noticeable locations. Memories.
It’s in our blood to remember. So, on a set of shelves in my office are tokens, memorials, from various countries where I’ve taught or where one of my children has served on a mission trip. There’s an African elephant, a sleeping Mexican, a Chinese tea cup, a book of pictures from Hungary, a Cubs ice cream helmet. All reminders of trips I’ve had the privilege of taking and people I’ve had the privilege of meeting.
Behind my desk, on top of some book shelves there are cups from various schools where I’ve taught or lectured, gifts from brides and grooms, a carved eagle from a Madison Park woodworker, a hat from Uzbekistan and a flag from Ukraine. At home, there are miniature tires and lighthouses. All memories. All somehow connected to what God has done in our family’s life.
Israel crossed the Jordan and built a pile of twelve rocks—a memorial. They did it so that they could tell the next generation about the activity of God. That’s a pretty good model to follow.