So, recently it was my Dad who was getting props for how his example influenced my faith and allowed me to take prayer that bit more seriously. At this time I now think of my mother as I listen to this song.
There is the tendency to worry. Doesn’t take much to see why – you’re new to the country, you give birth to three children in this strange country, you are considered less than other citizens because of your national status, your husband is at work most of the time and money is too tight to mention, your church maintains the status quo with the gloss of religiosity but no real life transformation and enhancement. There is much to cause concern – how will you cope, how will you marriage manage, how will your children grow up, how will you pay the bills, will you get to see home again, what when no one understands you, where is God in all this?
In all of this my Mum’s faith over the years only strengthened as this song became a reality to her. God was on her side through the 25 years in which she lived in this country and brought up her three children in uncertain times. God did the amazing in that time and allowed her to do things she never thought imaginable as well as see her three children grow up to be fairly decent members of humanity (her firstborn son always being a cause for concern even til now!)
Now as her firstborn son (for it is indeed I) my circumstances are very different and yet there are still issues for concern. Always an incident somewhere with the potential to bring about great distress and … dare I say it …worry. That is where the reality of this song so beautifully sung by Mahalia Jackson, reassures us like a balm.
Thanks Mum.
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
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