We had wonderful “church” yesterday. The preaching touched hearts. Lives were changed. People were impacted by the move of the Holy Ghost. It was awesome.

I play the guitar in church. My place is on the platform, in the back. We play for the worship service and we also play after the preaching during the prayer time. From where I stand I am facing the audience the whole time. Often, as I am worshipping, I am also observing what is taking place in the audience.

I noticed last night several of the young people were gathering on the front row. In fact, the whole row was filled with young people. I began to count them off. There was Joe, Amy, Stormy, a new girl, Chana, Karynn and what a surprise! Sitting there on the front row with all the young people was my seventy-five year old mother. She was sitting next to her granddaughter just like she was one of the youth.

So I watched throughout the whole service. No I wasn’t worried if she would get in the service. That was a given. I was watching because her relationship with God fascinates me. Sure enough, I saw her, during the altar service, on her knees. Old age is making them sore, along with a fall or two. However, that didn’t keep her from getting down on them to have a “little talk with Jesus.”

As I watched I also remembered. I have a praying Mom. Many were the nights that I was awakened by her calling the names of my brother David and me. Many were the nights that I heard her praying and calling the name of a young man or woman. She didn’t just say, “God would you please save Don, would you protect David.” No, when she called your name in prayer you felt like she was standing on the threshold of hell and she was all that was between you and it!

I am talking travailing prayer! I am talking deep intercession! I have seen the hardest young person shrivel up into a limp piece of putty when Mom would begin to pray in church and call their name. You knew that she had a special connection directly to the throne of God and she was pleading for your salvation.

I remember a few years back an evangelist came to our area. This evangelist was used of God in the Gifts of the Spirit. I have had him tell me things, even drew me a picture of my new church one time, which only God could have revealed to him. I remember people being so surprised by what God would tell him.

My brothers and I all looked at each other and laughed. We said, almost in unison, they didn’t grow up in the house of Lula Faye. She has been doing that all of our lives.

I didn’t get into a lot of trouble growing up. I knew God talked to Mom! God told her things and showed her things. I won’t go into the gory details, but trust me, it was God!

I remember my Dad and I were dealing with a situation as pastors. The person went to Mom to try and get her on their side. Mom told them what they had done, when they had done it. She described the exact place it had occurred, right down to the details in the surroundings. I am telling you she has a special relationship with God.

I again am reminded of the scripture passage that I read today. How real and relevant it is to me. “I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise the for ever and ever.”

At seventy-five years old, after having worked a forty hour week, you have the right to sit back and say, “Let the young people do it.” You are tired. You are worn out. You have done your share. Pass the torch to someone else.

However I thank God for a Mother who made the name of the Lord known to us. I don’t know how many times I have picked up the phone and said, “Mom, pray!” I knew she didn’t have to introduce herself or remind him who she was. She had a relationship with God.

When many others are saying that they are too old to take part. She is sitting there with her granddaughter saying this is how you worship my God. When her granddaughter sang, Grandma was worshipping the God she was singing about. When her son Tim was singing and the people were worshipping. There was Mom, making the name of the Lord known to all generations.

What a heritage I have. How blessed I am. What an example that has been lived for me to pattern after. The name of the Lord has been made known to my generation and to the generation of my children.

God, give me the grace and wisdom to make your name known to all generations. Let my children see and hear me pray. Let my grandchildren and great grandchildren see me worship the God of my Father and Mother and know that He is my God also. Let me make thy name know to all generations!

God Bless!