And so, Monday, still in post marital stupor (our daughter’s not ours) I reflected upon marriage. I’m not entirely sure what happened to Tuesday, except that it started one city, continued in a second, and ended in a third. Even though I read commentary, which Tuesday is supposed to be given over to, the time to reflect in written word set with the sun. Wednesday began in the dark hours of the early morn with a road trip to Little Rock, for a class on Family Systems, and ended with a road trip in to the dark of mid-evening. No cerebral functioning, never mind time, for written reflection.

It has been three, now four days of muddled mess; even so a phrase has risen into prominence. Daniel 7:18 But the holy ones of the Most High shall receive the kingdom and possess the kingdom for ever—for ever and ever. What has caught my attention is the commentators debate over who the holy ones of the Most High are. This afternoon a blogger colleague (http://draughtingtheology.wordpress.com/2013/10/31/rest-in-peace/) of mine wrote from Ecclesiastics 44 which cajoles us to sing the praises of famous men, … and of others [of whom] there is no memory.

The Episcopal, and other, traditions know the famous men and women, we call them Saints, and there is a book full of their stories, nearly one for every day of the year. However, in reflecting on all the people I met at our daughter’s wedding, and their genuine generosity, which so benefited our daughter, I am drawn to explore the holy ones of the Most High as those whose stories will one day be so much dust in the wind. Except …

One concept in Family Systems theory is the multi-generational effect of our family’s story; my grandfather’s behavior impacts how I respond to the world around me. So to the extent genuine generosity has a positive effect on our daughter it will have a positive effect on generations to come. To the extent that effect allows her to have and share a relationship with the Most High … well the story of the Most High continues. Even if memories fade with setting of the sun, the love shared has and will touch the lives of generations never known. So, to the greats and great-greats I never knew: Thank you; and to the greats and great-greats I’ll never know may some genuine generous act be a blessing to you.

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