I don’t know if it is biblical but I hear the ancestors calling me. No, they are not demonic spirits! I hear, not audibly but via my remembrance of the lessons they taught.
Leviticus 26:45 King James Version
But I will for their sakes remember the covenant of their ancestors, whom I brought forth out of the land of Egypt in the sight of the heathen, that I might be their God: I am the Lord.
The ancestors, my ancestors, carried the promises of God in their heart and soul. What I remember, what I hear, is the moaning that was done in the church as they prayed and sang to their Creator. What I remember, thus what I hear, is my grandmother telling my brother to recite the 23 Psalm. What I remember, thus what I hear, is my other grandmother praying to God at night to bring her “home”.
It is the ancestors that motivate me. Even my mother who made sure that before she left this earth I knew who my family was and where I came from. I hear their voices screaming because the next generation is forgetting and we cannot forget.
Deuteronomy 31:25-27 King James Version
25 That Moses commanded the Levites, which bare the ark of the covenant of the Lord, saying,
26 Take this book of the law, and put it in the side of the ark of the covenant of the Lord your God, that it may be there for a witness against thee.
27 For I know thy rebellion, and thy stiff neck: behold, while I am yet alive with you this day, ye have been rebellious against the Lord; and how much more after my death?
There are legacies and then there are LEGACIES. I come from a people of hard workers, individuals who persevered despite their circumstance, and great faith. They did not subject themselves to the rules and boundaries of man. They, my ancestors, did not do what “they” said but did what they had to do to preserve the legacy that their ancestors had passed on to them.
What have we done, what have I, passed on to the next generation?
Isaiah 54:13 King James Version
13 And all thy children shall be taught of the Lord; and great shall be the peace of thy children.
Our children don’t have peace! They cry out for help. No, they are not asking for help they are searching for help. They are sexually promiscuous looking for that one connection which will make them feel like a whole person. They use drugs and alcohol looking for that euphoric feeling of peace and joy. They yell, they fight, they rebel because they are angry.
Our American ancestors were angry too. They worked the tobacco and cotton fields motivated by whips and chains. And they sang of a better day when they got to “glory”. Our ancestors did what they had to do and they expressed themselves in song: “Swing low, sweet chariot coming to carry me home..”.
I remember sitting on a pew in my grandmother’s church, as a teenager, watching as my grandmother and the other ladies all dressed in white, stepped into the church singing:
“We're marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We're marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God”
When the ancestors sang it was not about white prejudice but demonic oppressions. (Truth be told there were, and still are, people of all colors that try to slow us down from doing what we need to do.) As I watched the the ladies walk down the aisle to get in their position, as Deaconesses, in their clean white suits, stepping in sync with the beat of the song, in perfect unity with one another, I saw felt these women testifying without words.
“Ain't gonna let nobody turn me 'round,
turn me 'round, turn me 'round,
Ain't gonna let nobody turn me 'round
I'm gonna keep on a walkin', keep on a-talkin',
Marching up to freedom land.”
My mother drew strength from her mother. As a divorced mother with five children to raise she pressed on. Like her mother she did not let other people’s opinions stop her. Nobody turned my mother around, she did it. She raised five children successfully (If I say so myself), influenced everyone of her grandchildren and a host of other children who had different mothers be blessed with her wisdom. My mother took the words and deeds of the ancestors and passed it on.
I hear them. I hear the deeds, and words spoken in the past like a boomerang. They were sent into the future to this day October 24, 2021, knowing that I would hear them and catch the mantle. The mantle has been passed forward and I, we must pass it forward to maintain the legacy.
2 Kings 2:13-14 King James Version
13 He took up also the mantle of Elijah that fell from him, and went back, and stood by the bank of Jordan;
14 And he took the mantle of Elijah that fell from him, and smote the waters, and said, Where is the Lord God of Elijah? and when he also had smitten the waters, they parted hither and thither: and Elisha went over.
Our, my, ancestors served the future generation by sacrificing personal pleasures. Yes, they had fun but they worked hard first. They left a legacy for all of us to see, a legacy to accept or reject.
The men in my family left tangible things. My father’s grandfather left land which was passed on to his son- my grandfather. I know very little of the properties acquisition history but I do know my grandfather died in 1978, my great grandfather died long before that. This family property still exist.
I write these words in my mother’s father’s house, built in 1975, this house has been in the family for 46 years. My grandfather was not an educated man he was a hard worker and this house was passed on to my mother, who passed it on to my sister. Whatever the circumstances of him being able to purchase it the point is he purchased it and generations later it is still in the family.
As I come to the conclusion of this writing I believe the words of the ancestors have been released. There is a mantle that we have not taken up that we must pick up in order to continue the legacy.
Mark 8:34 King James Version
34 And when he had called the people unto him with his disciples also, he said unto them, Whosoever will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.
Faith in God through Jesus and our heritage go hand in hand. Not everyone wants to embrace this concept. Many people are following the words of man, because of his / her title, believing this is what faith is about. NO! Our ancestors, loved the Lord with all of their heart and soul, they attended church, worked in the church, but trusted God. That was one of the last lessons my mother taught me before she died: Know why YOU believe.
“How I got over? (How I got over)
How I got over? (How I got over)
You know my soul look back and wonder
How I made it over? (Oh yes)”
The ancestors have spoken- I can write no more. Marsha Lynnette Floyd
written by Marsha L Floyd, Daughter of Elois, granddaughter of Golden and Katherine
THE SONGS MENTIONED:
AIN’T GONNA LET NOBODY TURN ME AROUND







