Family Legacy

Posted: August 21, 2020 in Meditations



“Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching. They are a garland to grace your head and a chain to adorn your neck.”

Proverbs 1:8-9

Memories that course my mind in the wee hours of night often instruct my life, none more than the images of family, some a full half century past. What dominates those images of yesteryear? The house? Furniture? A car? No, instead I hear laughter, the timber of a voice not heard in decades. Delightful smells waft from a kitchen, a simple farm table gets set. Family meant everything to my parents, to my parents’ parents. Above all else, Jesus Christ reigned in their homes.

This week I awoke to the voices of my great-grandparents. Grandma and Grandpa Bluhm sang hymns to the strum of a mandolin and a guitar. My extended family joined in, we filled the quaint living and dining rooms. Those precious voices and images faded into consciousness. “Where did that come from?” I asked. “Heaven sent”, my spirit replied. And I immediately knew why.

My wife and I are in transition. We now seek a new home, a new beginning for this season of life. We tour homes, we love the fantasies of “what ifs”. The world expertly markets shiny objects. Who wouldn’t want to live in a castle placed upon an edenic paradise? To those who can, I applaud you. You earned it. But the kids will not fixate on the grandeur of a home. They will treasure the magic of family.

Even now as I write, my mind sits me at the table in Grandma and Grandpa’s kitchen. Grandma reads today’s entry from the “Daily Bread”. Grandpa bows his head and prays. The words barely audible, the tone reverential, Grandpa offers thanks for God’s blessings. They never had much. The home, humble by any standards, harbored less than a thousand square feet. A white picket fence circumscribed prim gardens and stately walnut trees. But what do I treasure most? What do I long for? My grandpa’s hug, the sound of his voice when he calls me, “Snickerfritz”.

Heritage, legacy…my love for Christ is not circumstance. I stand as a witness to faithful ancestors of a faithful God. Their quest is now ours, we serve Almighty God. We generate a witness and memories to our children and to our children’s children. Be faithful, commit righteous acts, impart a godly legacy. Never forget, in the end, Christ is all that matters.

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