After that whole generation had been gathered to their fathers, another generation grew up, who knew neither the LORD nor what he had done for Israel. ~Judges 2:10
This verse bothers me…a lot. Coming from a family of story-tellers (as in passing down the stories of our youth and the early years of our lives), I cannot imagine not telling my children and grandchildren every single detail about what God did on that trip through the wilderness. The good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly, and everything in between; I would have told it all.
Sharing your past with your children and grandchildren creates a strong connection between you and them. It gives you credibility. It lets them know you've been where they're at--that you actually can and do understand.
This verse also inspires and challenges me. It makes me more aware of how important it is to also share my faith stories with my children and grandchildren. I cringe at the thought that I might be responsible in any way for them not knowing Jesus died for their sins so that spending eternity in heaven with God is an option that it is theirs for the taking if they accept Jesus as their Savior and live for him.
There's an old hymn that in part, goes like this: Tell me the stories of Jesus; write on my heart every word. Tell me the stories most precious--sweetest that ever was heard. I want my kids and grandkids to know they can count on me to help them know the LORD and all he has done for them.
Be salt and light, Darla