Lots of pictures of flowers for the Immaculate Conception never made it up on the blog, though our Lady knew I had good intentions. I remember this one well. It was 30 October after lots of freezing days. Everything else gave up. But this one bloomed after all that. Ah, the memories!
Memory is a big deal in Christianity. Memory and martyr come from the same root, the same flower, if you will. “Do this in remembrance of me,” brings us into the timeless hour of Sacrifice of Jesus. We bring this sacrifice of Jesus to mind, into our remembrance, as it were, by being at that very Sacrifice.
The sacrifice of Jesus is not just some past event. It is ever present, just as the wounds of Jesus are still on His risen body in heaven, you know, as John says in the Apocalypse, seeing the Lamb standing (risen and alive) but the marks of slaughter upon Him.
Priests act not just in Persona Christi, but are quite identified in His person with His human nature, speaking as they do in the first person singular: “This is my…” and “This is the Chalice of my…”
Acts of prayer, of charity, of witness to our Lord… they are all also remembered if you will, inasmuch as they were also united to the Sacrifice of our Lord and offered to the Father. Our Lord remembers good things about us. He really does. He made those good things happen. He really is good and kind. He even remembers stuff like flowers for the Immaculate Conception, even from long ago, like last 30 October.