I'm trying to remember Jesus. Not that I've ever really forgotten him. But there once was a time when he was my first and highest thought.
There once was a time when my relationship with him took priority and precedence over everything else.
Somewhere, sometime, somehow in the past 30 years I pushed him aside, although that sounds harsh, a violent, one-time shove.
I think it was more of a gradual crowding out by all the other stuff in my life, like a well-worn pair of pants that gets relegated to the back of the closet. Not tossed out, just pushed aside.