I Am Not Forgotten

I am not forgotten
I am not forgotten
I am not forgotten
God knows my name

I am not forgotten
I am not forgotten
I am not forgotten
God knows my name, he knows my name

Light over darkness
Strength over weakness
Joy over sadness
He knows my name

Father to the fatherless
Friend to the friendless
Hope for the hopeless
He knows my name

These are the words to one of the Watoto songs last night. I don't know about you, but I always feel really special when someone I've only met once or twice remembers my name. It's like they really cared enough about you to tuck that little piece of knowledge away in their mind so if they ever saw you again they'd know you name.

Now I'm terrible with names, I just can't seem to remember them, but I feel so ashamed of that that I usually stumble my way through the next conversation, covering I've forgotten. It seems such an insult to forget God's name.

That's the simple beauty of this song... God knows your name - out of all the people in the world he still knows YOUR name! You are not forgotten.

Then put it in the context of the children singing the song... orphans, helpless kids who have lost everything and in so many ways were forgotten by the world around them. But God didn't forget them, through Watoto he's reminded them that they are not forgotten and he cares for and loves them so much.

These children recognise that and in turn want to share it with us here in Australia. We live in affluence, with everything we could ever need and so much more - yet we still feel forgotten.

It took an orphan from Uganda to remind me of that simple truth. How can we look at Africans as backwards and people behind the times... we've gotten ahead of the times I think, and it's only through Jesus we can step out of it, stop, and wait on him. Just like God lifts Ugandans up to him.

We're so selfish in our Aussie lives (well I am), yet I'm (we're) not forgotten either.

God is Good