Friday, April 18, 2008

The Torch of Faith. . . Continued

Yesterday I wrote about my great grandmother and before going to another subject I would like to share a few more thoughts about my heritage.

My grandmother was also a very Godly woman. At one time my grandfather felt he was called to preach and my grandmother said to him, "Van, if you feel that God has called you to preach, I'll live on bread and water." My grandmother died when my mother was about three years of age, the youngest of five girls.

My grandfather never remarried and although he did not become a formal preacher he "preached" to anyone that would listen. In my mind I can see him now, talking with much emotion and wiping away tears with a handkerchief that he would pull out of his pocket as he expounded on the love of Jesus.

For a period of time my mother lived with different relatives after her mother died. She said that her grandmother had the most influence on her life. And, truly, my mother has had the greatest impact on my life.

I was raised in a very sheltered home and after I was grown and had left this protected environment I became somewhat shaky in the larger world I had entered and I began to question everything and in some respects became dispppointed and disillusioned to the greater exposure to life. But there was an image that would come to my mind that held me steady.

The image was my coming home from school and hearing my mother pray in a closed room. When she heard me come in the house she would come out, sometimes singing, other times, just smiling. But the glow on her face cannot be described. I knew that she had made contact with a power beyond the human level. This has stayed with me all of my life and in those "shaky years" when I even doubted the existence of God this image would come back to me and I would say, "Yes, I know there is a God for His presence was shining on my mother's face.

I feel very close to tears as I remember my mother saying to me a number of times, "Hold the light steady."

We're pilgrims on the journey of the narrow road
And those who've gone before us line the way
Cheering on the faithful, encouraging the weary
Their lives a stirring testament to God's sustaining grace

Surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses
Let us run the race not only for the prize
But as those who've gone before us
Let us leave to those behind us

The heritage of faithfulness
Passed on through godly lives
Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
May the fire of our devotion light their way

May the footprints that we leave
Lead them to believe
And the lives we live inspire them to obey
Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful

Jon Mohr


Plant Lady said...

The poem is such a blessing!

I hope you and your husband are doing well. A godly heritage is truly a wonderful blessing! I am thankful for mine.

I finally got today's posting on my blog. If you have time, check it out. I think you will get a smile out of it!

Plant Lady

SKY4KAT said...

Your story brought tears to my eyes as I read it. I too remember my grandfather praying at night before we would go to bed. We didn't live near them but would visit on vacations and spend several nights on their farm, just my brother & I. Pap-paw would pray and pray for what seemed like hours at the time. he would pray for everything!
What a blessing this memory is to me today and what a legacy.
Thanks for your story.

JnL4God said...

I enjoy your Blog, and I'm happy your neice got you started over here. Your stories and the poem are so sweet and touching. Thank you for letting us share in part of your heritage.
Be Blessed,