At home a couple of weeks ago I pulled out a box of pictures from a few years ago - - back when we still remembered and had time to actually print our digital pictures instead of just loading them up on the computer. I found some pictures of a trip we took to Pennsylvania about eight years ago.
Karoline was fourteen months old on that trip, and the pictures where filed right next to the ones of her first birthday. Just after the pictures from the trip to Pennsylvania were ones from the Nebraska State Fair that same year. Karoline joined me on the couch to look through them, and one by one so did the rest of the children, asking "Where was that? Who is that?” and (from the younger two) When do I come alive and start showing up in pictures?"
Looking through pictures first from the box then on the computer we remembered holidays, gave thanks for grandparents and great-grandparents we have lost, and giggled over pink, wrinkly, newborns. The afternoon turned into a time of family story-telling, remembering both the highs and lows of the last nine years or so.
Joshua didn't exactly gather all the tribes of Israel to a big comfy couch in Shechem and look through the national photo album, but he did about the closest he could come to the same thing.