What We Pass On

Young days drift though my mind again.

Adventure, terror, and boredom mix and muddle.

A child's eye catches it all.

A child's ear hears down the hall.

In our Father's grace we forget what's past.

Somethings we should forget.

Some memories just haunt.

Some memories...

At the cross, Christ met our memories.

At the cross, Christ met our foes.

Only at the cross can we forget what is past and press on to what is ahead.

Only by the cross, do we pass on anything of value.

Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.

Philippians 3: 12-14 NIV