This is the best photo I’ve ever taken. My grandson was visiting and joined me one morning while I was reading and praying. I sat in a twin chair on the other side of the lamp, a book on my lap, too. I imagine this photo as the left-hand page of an open book. He is the left-hand page, the lamp is the spine, I am the right-hand page. Not quite a mirror image. Nevertheless, a fluid reflection. The images on the pages are different, yet strikingly similar.
The generations are like that. One generation gets up, snaps a photo and realizes only later that the picture embodies her prayer that her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren would follow her path, the path of faith. It will look different for each generation, of course. Yet the core stands firm.
That morning I read the Bible, and he a picture book. Now, I blink my eyes and see him as a man, his head bowed over an open Bible. On the opposite page I see his grandson, sitting cross-legged, a book flayed on his knees. And the beat goes on.
“The steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him, and his righteousness to children’s children” (Ps. 103:17). “The children of your servants shall dwell secure; their offspring shall be established before you” (Ps. 102:28).
God loves those yet unborn. God hears my prayers for them. This is a mystery to live.
A good question: Am I praying in faith for the generations behind me?