Remember Forgetful Jones?

Does anyone remember the old Sesame Street cowboy, Forgetful Jones? He was always forgetting everything - even his name from time to time. He was always one of my favorites growing up, perhaps because I have been known to forget a thing or two from time to time. We all forget things now and again. Often, come Monday morning, ask me what the sermon was about on Sunday and I will give give you a slightly sheepish blank stare. Oddly enough, I remember what the sermon was about yesterday - perhaps because it had to do with forgetting.
The text the preacher used was from Matthew 16, where Jesus and the disciples are in a boat together in the middle of a lake when the disciples realize they forgot something - dinner.* The bread wasn't the only thing they forgot (leave it to twelve men to all forget to bring dinner at the same time!) They also forgot Who they had with them in the boat and what had He done just a few days ago. In the chapters right before this story Jesus feeds 5,000 men (not counting women and kids) on just a few loves of bread and a couple of fish and had baskets of leftovers afterwards, and again on another occasion did the same for 4,000 men(plus women and kids). So there the disciples are in the boat, freaking out, wondering who is going to tell Jesus they forgot dinner, and completely missing the fact that Jesus could have made a whole herd of fish-sticks leap into the boat and a microwave oven drop from the sky if He wanted. They missed out on what He was trying to teach them because they forgot what He had done for them in the past.
I do that a lot - I forget all the amazing things God has done in my life and spend so much time worrying about some little, insignificant thing that I miss what He is trying to teach me. I go all "Forgetful Jones", standing there like, "what blessings?"......"what do You mean about all the times You made something great out of all my screw-ups?"........"what do You mean 'don't worry about it', huh? Of course I'm worried about it!" If I were God, I would go all "Bill Engvall" on my rump and say, "here's your sign."
In the Old Testament, God often had the people create monuments of various kinds so that they would not forget what He had done for them - often He would have them erect standing-stones on the spot where something happened. Perhaps we need to do more of that nowadays. Journaling is one good way to do that, another is writing down the good things God has done in your life on little scraps of paper and putting them in a jar so that you can pull one out at random when you need to be reminded of His faithfulness. I have a little stone on a chain that I keep to remind me of His goodness. Whatever it takes, we must (as an old preacher would preach every time he came to my church) "never forget!" what God has done for us.

*Matthew 16:5-12