Jesus Remembers

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.
Matthew 10:29 NIV

Every Thursday, I get to sing with my friends in a memory care facility. It is such a blessing seeing them light up as they hear the familiar hymns and many of them sing along. But as I greet them, some cannot remember my name, or in a few cases, even their own! Visitors rarely come. Perhaps most people think that since their loved one doesn’t even remember them any longer, that there is no purpose in coming. But the good news is that even when everyone else forgets, Jesus remembers! Jesus also weeps. Just as when Jesus came to visit the sisters of Lazarus, while he lay in the grave, Jesus wept with them before He did any miracles. Sometimes people don’t need explanations, they need our tears, our listening ears and our presence. Yes, Jesus weeps with them, but then Jesus does something more: He prays.

But I have prayed for you, Simon, that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers.” Luke 22:32 NIV

Jesus is not retired, waiting up in Heaven for you and I to get things right. No! Jesus remembers us, Jesus weeps with us and Jesus prays for us. Jesus also prays for every one who sits in memory care. Jesus also calls you and I to remember, to weep and to pray. Will you take time this week to remember someone who has been forgotten by most? A few minutes, a prayer, a kiss, or an arm around their shoulders, may not seem like much, but it is everything to them. Have a blessed day everyone and remember to pray for those in memory care and put some feet to those prayers this week.

Confessions of a Tree Climber

The climbing ropes and spikes and saddle
No longer sit up on my shelves
My high boots, saws, and brace and bit
Now live with someone else

Yet while I dream of times so long - long past
I still feel December’s cutting wind
And the pellets of its icy rain
That soaked me to the skin

But God reminds me to recall
The lilacs sweet in bloom
The sight of swallows on the breeze
Our boys sleeping in their room

And that of all the trees so high
That I have climbed before
None were as high as that lone tree
Where Christ gave all for me
For all God had in store


Confessions of a Tree Climber
Peter Caligiuri
Copyright © 2026 all rights reserved




Memories and Stitches

My memories feel like balls of yarn
Which from a basket spill
And then I watch my threads of life
Go tumbling down the hill!

So lately I have been wondering
How to catch those memories
And knit their jumbled tumbled mess
Into the things I please

But then my Lord reminds me
In whose hands my life is held
That through each tangled strand and stitch
He will His story tell

I will praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made
Marvelous are your works, and that my soul knows very well.
Psalm 139:14 NKJV



Memories and Stitches
by Peter Caligiuri
copyright © 2026
all rights reserved


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