Tag: Hakuna Matata
The key to wisdom is locked up in memory. This living wisdom, not your achievements or net worth, becomes your legacy–your gift to the next generation. These collected memories make you either a living testimony, or a dying breed.
Whether you realize it or not, memories are sacred things, fingerprints of God. From the beginning, God created us with the capacity to store up images of personal history–to keep us wise.
Before God’s people entered the Promised Land, Moses spoke repeatedly about memories. He called on the people to “be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their children after them.'” Deuteronomy 4:9 NIV
Even when the unthinkable happened, Jeremiah urged the people to remember “my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I will remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, ‘The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” Lamentations 3:19-24 NIV
When the dishearten Jews felt hopeless, Nehemiah prayed for a national “remembering,” “They [Your people] refused to listen and failed to remember the miracles you performed among them. They became stiff-necked and in their rebellion appointed a leader in order to return to their slavery. But you are a forgiving God, gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love. Therefore you did not desert them.” Nehemiah 9:16-18 NIV
This stored wisdom packs a very important twist. It’s not about remembering the pain, or the suffering, or their stubbornness, or their unfaithfulness. It’s about remembering the sacred touch—the lift, the rescue, the victory.
So, turn back the clock; “remember who you are.” Recount your stored up moments of sacred touch, your collected wisdom, your fingerprints of God’s presence in the events of your past.
Sometimes unexpected wisdom is even found in the scenes of animated films. Look again at The Lion King. Skip through the initial scenes to the section after King Mufasa has been murdered by Scar, and Simba, heir to the throne of his father, leaves the Pridelands.
He runs, desperate to forget his memories, to forget who he is. In the safety of an anonymous jungle, Simba joins up with two characters, Timon and Pumba, whose philosophy of life is “Hakuna Matata,” a term which means “no worries.” It’s a live for the moment, forget the past, have-a-good-time philosophy, a no worries and no responsibilities lifestyle,…and simba buys in, big time.
Meanwhile, under the cruel and selfish leadership of Simba’s wicked uncle, the Pridelands falls into ruin, famine, and despair.
Then one day the baboon, Rafiki, the ‘holy man,’ tracks Simba down and offers to lead him to a place where he will meet his dead father. Unconvinced, but Intrigued, the young lion follows Rafiki through the twisted roots of ancient trees until they reaches a clearing.
Rafiki: Look down there.
Adult Simba: [looks into a pool of water] That’s not my father. That’s just my reflection.
Rafiki: No, look harder.
[He touches the water, as it ripples, Simba’s reflection changes to that of his father]
Rafiki: You see? He lives in you.
Mufasa’s image: [from above] Simba.
Adult Simba: Father?
Mufasa’s image: [appears among the stars] Simba, you have forgotten me.
Adult Simba: No. How could I?
Mufasa’s image: You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life.
Adult Simba: How can I go back? I’m not who I used to be.
Mufasa’s ghost: Remember who you are. You are my son, and the one true king. Remember…
There, under the clear night sky, Simba remembers his roots. He feels the guilt and confesses his denial…”You have forgotten who you are, and therefore, you have forgotten me.”
The memories are unlocked. Life is restored. Simba, son of the king, returns.
Too many of us remember our failures and struggles, while forgetting what God has done with us and for us. We need reminders.
Who are you? Are you a collection of mess-ups, or party times? Are you a victim of being at the wrong place at the wrong time? Are you in denial?
Have you forgotten what God has done with the events of your life?
Are you stuck on being a victim?
Say it, “No more!”
Insert confession and denial… _________HERE____________.
Now, Be the next chapter of God’s story in your world… and there’s more to come.