You might not realize it but it is true that a glorious generation is passing away. In the past couple of months a good number of my friends have had to say ‘Goodbye till we meet to part no more’ to a parent or an aged family member as they passed on to their rest as their own ancestors did. It is hard to imagine how quickly time pass. I remember the glory of that golden generation that welcomed us into the world. That generation that taught us the fear of God, good morals and the importance of the family. They were beautiful, handsome and radiant in their days, they stood tall and respectable in their chosen vocations, they taught us the importance of hard-work and integrity.
For those of us of African descent, the generation of my parents fought the good fight of faith and wrestled us away from the grip of idolatry. They opened the door to Christianity and many of them planted the seed that germinated and blossomed into a revival in our generation.
We celebrate the memories of our heroes dead and living and more importantly we realize the fact that the baton has been passed on to us. This is our time to step up to the plate and do our part to shape our generation and leave something of value for the next generation, our children to build on. Whether we like it or not, our own clock is also running and each passing day, we move closer to our exit from the stage. My prayer is that our light will not go down at mid-day, when it ought be be shining the brightest. ‘And David served God in His own generation’ Acts 13:36.
‘Laolu Oyeyemi