This week we have been moving the church office into what used to be the manse. I now have a desk to sit at and the staff team has a massively improved working environment. It also means that I have at last been able to unpack my books, which have been languishing in boxes the past three months.
While going through my books I found some notes I wrote for a talk at my house group thirteen years ago about the Reformer Nicholas Ridley. Ridley was one of the Oxford martyrs, burned at the stake in 1555. Alongside him was Hugh Latimer, who uttered the famous words: “Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle by God’s grace in England as I trust shall never be put out!”
Shortly before his death, Ridley wrote a Farewell, which included memories of his time at University: “In thy orchard (the walls, butts, and trees, if they could speak, would bear me witness), I learned without book almost all Paul’s Epistles… Of which study, although in time a great part did depart from me, yet the sweet smell thereof, I trust, I shall carry with me into heaven: for the profit thereof I think I have felt in all my life-time ever after.”
Scripture memorisation has always been an area of “selective sluggardliness” for me. It is not something that I have applied myself to with sufficient discipline. Always having a bible to hand can mean that memorising chapter and verse seems unnecessary. But when we face the fires – whether literal or metaphorical – having instant recall of God’s word will feed us like nothing else.
In our family devotions the past couple of days we have been trying to memorise Psalm 46. It is hard work for me, but so much easier for my kids. Daughter No. 3 is especially brilliant at it. She seems to be able to get things down at the first attempt – the advantage of a young brain. But whether we are age six, or 37 (or 97!), we need to feed on the word, and carry its sweet smell into heaven.