Posted in August 2018

Faithful to All Generations

“For the Lord is good; His lovingkindness is everlasting
and His faithfulness to all generations.”
– Psalm 100:5

This last Sunday a remarkable thing happened. I worshiped at my home church.

Admittedly, this doesn’t sound like such a big deal. But wait…. This was the church building I grew up in, the one I helped pound nails into when I was a little kid. The very building that I watched grow from a tree covered plot of land to a log church at the base of Mt. Hood.

Still, why is that remarkable?

Twenty years ago that church, along with two other churches in the area, decided to have a marriage, so to speak. Three churches became one.

Folks, church merges happen all the time. That’s nothing new. What’s exceptionally rare is when those merges work out.

That’s what happened in this case. Matt and I had already married and moved to Utah so I didn’t get to witness this marriage first-hand, but I heard the good news from family and friends.

And this last Sunday we had a 20-year anniversary reunion to celebrate it all.

Here’s the super cool thing: in that celebration, I got to see people I hadn’t seen in over 20 years. I got to see men and women, now gray and starting to show the effects of age, who helped shape and mold my life as a young believer. It was a beautiful collage of people from varied walks and backgrounds all converging in one place to raise their voices to praise the God who unites us as a family.

But there were several people who weren’t there.

There are those who, like my dad and my former pastor, have already gone to be with the Lord. There were also those missing who had only recently passed away, the wounds still raw from their sudden and early departure. There were those, too, who are coming to the end of their days, their health preventing them from making the trip to join us for such an occasion.

It was a beautiful picture of the Now and the Not Yet.

It was a reminder of the faithfulness of our God who unabashedly pursues us.

I was 7 years old when I asked Jesus to come into my heart and take me to Heaven if I died. I had no idea what I was signing up for. All I knew was that the people around me seemed different and I wanted what they had. I didn’t know it then, but it was hope and joy. They had a confidence that drew me in, wrapping me up in its warm embrace.

In the years that followed that child’s prayer, I continued to watch the older kids and adults that filled my days. I listened to their conversations about their faith and understanding of who God is; I watched as they struggled to put into practice the ideals that the Bible teaches. I saw God’s characteristics being manifested in my family, my youth leaders, my mentors and people who didn’t even know I was watching them.

And little by little, my own faith began to take shape and grow. I had my own struggles and battles to overcome, along with shining moments and clear victories. All the while, there were a handful of adults, wiser and more generous than I, who remained faithful to pray for me as I learned to spread my wings. They came along quietly but boldly, challenging my thinking and encouraging my faith.

In ways big and small, they helped me become the woman I am today. They were gentle and compassionate, full of grace and truth. Without their prayers and willingness to invest in a spiritually clumsy, selfish, and often impetuous kid, it’s impossible to say where I might be now!

As we sang together on Sunday, I closed my eyes and let the music wash over everything. The little church was packed tight and the voices filled it to the rafters with a sweet, sweet sound. And as I looked around afterward and saw the faces of the young and the old, families who were all together from the tiniest babe to the grayest of grays, it was evident that God has indeed been faithful through the generations.

I walked away that day with a sense of awe at how loved by God I am. He has welcomed us each to the table and calls us sons and daughters. He has lavished us with His love and grace. He has gifted us with people to share life with; people that can cheer us on and prod us forward. He has called us to be the same for somebody else.

We are the luckiest people in the world! We are part of the biggest, most inclusive, mixed up, eclectic family. How cool is that?

Who are you investing in? Is there someone in your sphere who needs a spiritual big brother or sister? What are you doing to show them Jesus? If there isn’t anyone like this in your life, why?

I’m just saying…somebody’s watching you. Whether you know it (or want it) or not, if you’ve publicly called yourself a follower of Christ, you are being observed. What are people seeing?

I don’t know about you, but I want to keep this cycle going. I want to sit in church someday with my own children’s children on my lap, knowing that they, too, are being taught the love and truth of a faithful God.

 

(P.S. To my mountain church family, I’m pretty positive that Dad, Stan, Grandma and Grandpa Wall, Jack, Jason, Ed and all the others who have gone before us were joining in the singing. There were angels in the rafters, I’m sure.)

 

 

Author:

Hi there! While I'm the one who will do most of the writing, I want to introduce you to both Matt and I. We have been married for 22 years and have two children, Evan who just turned 18 and Molly, 15. We also have a little dog named Bella and a cat named Steve. Matt works full time as an x-ray technician for a cast parts company. In his free time he likes to play Frisbee golf, read and watch movies. He also is the lighting designer for our daughter's annual Spring dance recital. He has a Masters in Education and for a time taught both history and theater. I, Brandy, am a stay at home mom, which sounds kind of weird when your kids are this age, but it seems even more critical now than it was when they were younger. I also like to create stuff - anything from bound books to watercolors. I'm also an avid podcast listener. I spend a god deal of time driving Molly to and from dance and hanging out in the studio. As for the kids, Evan is a computer guy and the one we turn to for tech support, while Molly spends her time doing online school and dance. This blog is the result of our desire to start a podcast, talking about the challenges we face as believers as we try to navigate through this world and the culture that influences us. We also recognize that this is not quite where we belong - we have an eternal home with Christ that we long for as we travel on this journey. We hope to encourage you as, together, we grow into the image of God. We look forward to discussing a variety of topics with each other and possibly some guests. This blog will serve as a platform for further exploration of the topics we cover on the show. We look forward to hearing from you!

4 thoughts on “Faithful to All Generations

  1. This is a treasure. I’m so impressed by your writing skills. Every week as I read these I just from at how wonderfully you word things. Love you.

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