“Everyday I will bless You, And I will praise Your name forever and ever. Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; And His greatness is unsearchable. One generation shall praise Your works to another, And shall declare Your mighty acts.”
As I drove to my Grandparents old farm a couple of weeks ago, I felt such peace and excitement. Driving down the looong driveway I remembered thinking back to when staying at there home, I would meet my Gramps at the end of this driveway and he would pick me up in his old pickup after a long day of logging in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. My Grams would be waiting for us to arrive so that I could help her with dinner preparations.
Yes this was a place where I could escape and be a kid. Away from the turmoil of my home. The country was a place where I could run and play hide and seek in the long tall grass with my cousins. Fish in the pond out back, oh and those yucky frogs that would jump up and stick on your legs…eeewww!
This time however I would be going to say goodbye to the farm. My Grandparents are gone now and I had an opportunity to collect some of there belongings before the farm was passed on to some relatives. So my brother and I met for the last time at the old farm. I had not been out there for many years. The smallish trees were so big that they reached up to the sky. Some taking over my Grandmas once beautiful flower and vegetable gardens.
Walking into the old farm house was so strange. Nothing had changed..nothing. It was as if my Grandparents had left for the day and would be back soon to greet us. Even though my Grandfather had been out of the house for a year (at 99 he fell and broke his hip), all was left exactly where it had been for years and years.
My brother and I reminisced and headed for the “attic”. Oh, that attic…full of treasures! We were given permission to take whatever we wanted…and treasures we found.
But as I was looking through the huge attic I had this sinking feeling, such sadness. What would I do with this stuff? Is this what is left after we die? Yes, these heirlooms were definitely keepsakes but I could not help but feel a great sadness for the treasure that was never passed on to my generation…Faith.
My Grandparents were not believers. Nor was anyone else in my family from generations ago…not to my knowledge anyway. My heart was broken to think that I would not see my Grandparents in heaven with me forever and all eternity.
How I wish that I would have known of a God that loved me so much that He died even for me! How I wish I would have known that God had a future and a plan for my life and that I wasn’t just some big loser..a mistake. I wonder…would it have made a difference? I believe so. I will always have wonderful memories of my Grandparents, but I wish they had had a faith in Jesus Christ and why didn’t they? Did someone not pass there faith on to them?
Thinking deeply about this, my was pierced and I knew even more than I did before that I would commit to the Lord that I would do whatever it takes to pass my faith on to the next generation. That I would:
“lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matt. 6:20-21
So I left my Grandparents farm with some earthly treasures…that will eventually rust and fade. But with a renewed that would share my Faith in Jesus Christ to the next generations..where they will live forever and all eternity.
How about you? Do you have a heart to share you faith to the next generation?