“Take twelve stones from here out of the midst of the Jordan, from the very place where the priests’ feet stood firmly, and bring them with you and lay them down in the place where you lodge tonight.” Joshua 4:3
The memorial was made from the memory itself. The stones were taken from among the very footprints of the priests. Whenever God’s people passed that way, the grand entry was called to mind. The people had lighted upon the land on the wings of miracle.
Do we have, as it were, any relics like this? We sure do. Is not Scripture itself a sort of relic? It was written by the men who tasted and saw, things yes, but him, the wonder worker. The writings were forged in the very midst of the things written. The Scriptures are living memory. Truly, “they are there to this day”.
The Lord’s Supper is a sort of relic for us. It was these elements that the Lord took on that night so very long ago. The simple Supper is a living memory, in remembrance of him.
Even fellow believers are a kind of relic. They themselves are the very souls that were saved; the footprints of Christ are fresh upon the soil of their hearts. We may look upon them in wonder, and fellowship with them in joy.
In all these things we may be brought to “remember Jesus Christ” (2 Tim 2:8). For right relics (so to speak!) are those instituted by God, those that remind us of him who loved us and gave himself for us.