Through Generations

Those Who Thought They Were the Generation

Today a sadness rose in my heart.

For years, the overcoming journey has carried a quiet hope — that a generation would arise who would reveal the fullness of Christ in a human being.That the corporate body would mature.That something complete would finally be seen on the earth.

Then a question came:

How many generations before us thought the same?

How many walked this earth believing they were the ones who would see it? How many purified, surrendered, overcame, waited — and then quietly left this life, their hope unfinished in their own eyes?

I felt the weight of that thought. Not despair, but a soft grief — that we might all believe we are the generation, only to pass on and watch another generation rise with the same expectation.

Then I saw something else.

Perhaps our vision has been narrowed by looking at a generation, instead of looking through the generations as one corporate body.

When God hovered over the waters, He was waiting on a birth. Creation itself was held in expectancy.

Later, He planted an immaculate seed in Mary — and another birth came forth. Christ entered the world through a human body, to save the world.

And now, across all generations, another seed has been planted — not once, but again and again — in those who overcome.

This is not a single birth, but a continual one. Not Christ born once into the world, but Christ being formed within humanity across time.

Perhaps no generation was wrong. Perhaps each carried a part of the fullness — bone, sinew, breath, sight — forming a body no single lifetime could complete.

As it is written:

“And all these, having obtained a good testimony through faith, did not receive the promise,God having provided something better for us,that they should not be made perfect apart from us.”— Hebrews 11:39–40

The promise was never meant to be completed by one generation alone.

And neither are those who have gone before excluded.

“The dead in Christ will rise first.” — 1 Thessalonians 4:16

They are not behind the story. They are gathered into it.

Perhaps the longing to be the generation is itself part of what shapes the generations.

And perhaps the truest faith is not in being the finish, but in being faithful to the part given.

There is a quiet humility in realising the story is larger than one lifetime, and a quiet dignity in knowing obedience is never wasted.

So I sit with this sadness — not as loss, but as a soft laying down of timelines, while still holding the vision in open hands.