God in the Old Testament was one who constantly commiserated his people to Remember.
'Tell it to your children and do not forget how the Lord delivered you from the Egyptians...'
'I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.'
'Remember the Lord's commands that I entrust to you today...
'Remember when your fathers forgot me in the dessert...'
Remember... Remember... Remember...
When one goes through the Night of the Senses, memories of the Lord's faithfulness and mercy can give hope even in the darkest night.
It is the confidence of one who has tasted the Lord and found him true.
Then there is another kind of reminiscence and it has nothing to do with one's memories or experience. It is a remembrance of the nature of God, who he is and how faithful he yet remains in the face of man's faithlessness.
There is a brokenness that comes with this remembrance. Like Mary at the foot of the cross. A place of 'hoping against hope' in a God who remains silent. Nothing made sense during that dark night of her soul. There was no silver lining on Golgotha, no comfort in her loneliness. I doubt if she remembered the words of her Son about his death and resurrection; and even if she did, I wonder if it brought her any comfort while watching her firstborn torn on the cross.
And Christ, ripped from his Father's bosom, bereft of all imaginable hope and yet he said ...
'Father, into your hands I commend my spirit'
Faith shines through.
This faith is born of hope.
'Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see'
- Heb 11:1
Sometimes, I do believe it translates into- Faith is being sure of Who we hope in and certain of Him who we do not see.