My great-great-grandfather was a circuit riding Methodist preacher in the hills of North Carolina. I don’t know much about him except his daughter (my great-grandmother Daisy) eloped with a young man attending a worship service. (And a good match it was, I’m told.) Daisy’s daughter, my grandmother Josephine, was a bible teacher in a large city church. Her daughter, my mother, has led small groups of Christians in bible study for years. And then there’s me (and my two brothers).
My mother reminded me of my great-great grandfather when I was down visiting her a couple of weeks ago. We are told that great-great-grandfather Preacher Hubbard made it a practice of praying for his children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren and his descendants yet unborn (including me), etc. etc. Although we do not know specifically what he prayed, we are told that he prayed for us to come to faith in Christ.
So when Mary sings that that God’s mercy is for those who fear God from generation to generation, I think of my great-great-grandfather’s prayers and am grateful that, although he never saw me, he prayed for me. Thus, knowing God’s mercy from generation to generation is true in our family. So now it is time for me to start praying for my grandchildren and great-grandchildren and great-great grandchildren, etc., etc.
And Mary sang: “My soul magnifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me and holy is his name. His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation.
Tera Dent says
lovely!