November 15, 2026 – Vol. 30 No. 42
I warmed up a few sausage patties for breakfast, and their aroma immediately carried me back to Cherokee Village, Arkansas, where our family spent the first several Thanksgivings of our marriage. Along with that familiar scent came the old percolator bubbling in the background, my father-in-law’s cough, and, eventually, his greeting to my mother-in-law: “How about some coffee, Nana Girl?” In an instant, those memories felt alive again.
A Starbucks commercial featuring The Turtles singing “Happy Together” takes me right back to 1967 in Hope, Arkansas. I can still picture that transistor radio perched in the window as I shot hoops on the dirt court in front of our house—a fond memory that never fails to bring a smile.
One bite of this delicious lemon icebox pie is all it takes to bring back fond memories of sharing meals with friends in Chattanooga, Tennessee.
With the campfire’s warm scent in the air, I enjoy the warmth of my hoodie and sit in a circle with fellow students as we sing, “Jesus is Lord.”
Give me a crisp fall afternoon, leaves drifting down from the big oaks, and a golf course with three good friends laughing along with me about the terrible shot I just hit—and I’m right where I want to be.
It’s lovely how the smell of sausage cooking and coffee brewing can bring back cherished memories. A song can take us back in the same way.
I wonder if the disciples experienced similar memories as they gathered to break the bread and drink the wine, recalling Jesus’ words and the basin and towel he used to wash their feet. I hope we have similar memories.
Some memories are ones we wish we could forget. Still, so many wonderful memories bring us joy that I’m convinced we should cherish them as loving gifts from the Lord and take delight in them.
This is the season of remembering and enjoying where they take us.
I love you.
Tom
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