I’ve been reading a book by Craig Gross and Jason Harper called Jesus Loves You. . . This I Know, and in the chapter titled “Jesus Loves the Forgotten,” Craig recounts the story of a boy who died alone for no other reason than this: everyone forgot about him.
Some kids in a youth group were encouraged to include even the outcast when inviting other kids to a big lakeside party. A socially awkward boy was invited, and gradually made friends. He pensively swam, with some help, (he was a very inexperience swimmer) to a floating island where the other kids were playing.
Eventually the kids went back to the shore to enjoy cake inside the lakehouse.
But the boy was still on the island.
Everyone went home, but no one remembered the boy alone on the island.
After he was reported missing, a diving search team found his body at the bottom of the lake. It was presumed that he had tried at some point to swim back to shore, but an asthma attack prevented him from reaching.
I’m going to be very honest. There are many times I feel like that boy. I often feel alone and forgotten.
Israel Houghton sang these words: “I am not forgotten.”
We may feel like no one remembers us, but if we consider Jesus’ love for us, we’ll remember that he can’t forget us.
Jesus loves us. I know this because he’s made that promise.
And Jesus never breaks a promise.
This I know.