To Right a Wrong: God’s Promise to Restore Generations
“To right a wrong” means to correct a mistake or injustice. It carries with it a moral and ethical obligation to restore fairness, balance, and justice. One of the greatest injustices in history was slavery—a system that dehumanized African Americans and stripped them of their God-given rights. Among these injustices was the denial of marriage. Slaves were legally defined as property and therefore had no capacity to enter enforceable contracts, including the sacred covenant of marriage. Families were ripped apart against their will, leaving generations marked by this brokenness.
My heart has been broken repeatedly by the Lord as He’s revealed to me the depth of this injustice within my own lineage. My ancestors were denied the right to marry, forced apart by cruelty and oppression. Yet today, many of us willingly walk away from our spouses, with divorce rates at an all-time high. I believe that God, in this hour, is righting this wrong. He is raising up couples who will serve as a new paradigm for love, marriage, and commitment. These unions will reflect His glory and restore the foundation of His church, which is built on strong, God-centered families.
A Call to Fulfill the Promises of the Past
I will never forget the impact of watching the movie Django Unchained on January 17, 2013. The film, which depicts the pain and sorrow of slavery, brought me face-to-face with the suffering endured by my ancestors. I was particularly struck by the lengths the main character, played by Jamie Foxx, went to rescue his wife. It stirred something deep within me, a realization of the unimaginable pain my ancestors faced when families were torn apart.
As I reflected on their suffering, the Lord reminded me of Hebrews 11:37-40:
"They were stoned, they were sawn in two, they were put to death by the sword. They went about in sheepskins and goatskins, destitute, persecuted, and mistreated—
the world was not worthy of them. They wandered in deserts and mountains, living in caves and in holes in the ground.
These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised, since God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect."
This passage became real to me in that moment. The promises God made to them were not forgotten. Though they did not receive them in their lifetime, we are their fulfillment. God planned something better, that together with us, their promises would be made perfect.
A Divine Encounter
The following day, January 18, 2013, I walked into my office and closed the door. Overwhelmed by the weight of what I had seen and the suffering I now understood, I began to weep deeply. I thought of the pain and sacrifices my ancestors endured and how the Lord was weaving their promises into my life. As I knelt in prayer, extending my hands, I felt as though fire was being poured out over me. God revealed to me that His restoration wasn’t just for three generations past—it stretched further, reaching back into the depths of history.
A few years later, God used Apostle Dr. Matthew Stevenson III to prophetically confirm what He had spoken to me in secret. Dr. Stevenson declared that I had labored and suffered for many years, and God was restoring everything that was lost. This confirmation solidified what the Lord had already shown me: we are the answer to our ancestors’ prayers.
The Cloud of Witnesses
Hebrews 12:1 tells us that we are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses—those who have gone before us, cheering us on as we run our race. Pastor John Hannah recently preached a message titled Birth It as part of his promise series. He said, “Some of you have great-great-great grandparents you’ve never met, but God made them a promise. You’ve already been marked and highly favored, and everything is coming into alignment just to get to you.”
This message echoed what the Lord had already placed in my heart. Our ancestors dug wells of promise, but it is our generation’s responsibility to uncover them. Just as Abraham dug wells and Isaac reopened them, we are continuing the legacy of faith. He is the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and His promises are generational.
The Restoration of Marriage
God is beginning this work of restoration with marriages. He is divinely aligning couples to fulfill His intended purpose for love and relationships. These unions will:
Restore hope in love and commitment.
Break generational curses of brokenness, divorce, and relational dysfunction.
Demonstrate God’s glory through unity and covenant.
Strengthen the church by rebuilding the foundation of family.
Marriage is not just about two people coming together; it is a prophetic act of restoration. It is God’s judgment against the enemy’s attempts to destroy families and relationships. Through these unions, God is healing generations and fulfilling promises made long ago.
A Call to Receive the Promises
God is inviting us to rise in faith and believe for everything He has promised—not only for ourselves but for the generations that came before us. He is not just restoring what was lost; He is multiplying it. As we align with His will and step into His promises, we become the fulfillment of our ancestors’ prayers.
They are watching. They are cheering. And God is moving. Get ready—He is about to right generational wrongs, heal our families, and restore marriages for His glory.
Our symphony
The greatest love song we will every right
will be when we become one
each night.
As we become the song,
and right the generational wrong,
as we are strung together,
Forever.
As our hearts play as one,
As we still rise with each setting Sun.
When the music stops playing but we can still hear our song,
When days seem long,
Make me a song,
that rewrites the history of our wrong,
But I am the instrument, and you are the pen,
Go Deep within,
Back to a place where love was forbidden,
Stolen and had to be hidden,
Finish the songs from generations heaven never heard,
Write them with your tongue without one word,
Play me like a note,
Fill me with hope that makes me float,
Beat me like a drum,
Thy kingdom come,
His will be done,
As we become one,
Play me like a flute,
and take root,
Hitting keys on me like an organ
Vital
Inside of me,
That write a melody,
Of love,
Bringing the angels to attention from above,
To have to record every stroke,
that creates a new note never spoke,
From songs only the angels can hear and are translated,
That’s long and awaited,
As our ancestors gather to dance to a symphony in the gate,
That has overcome death and hate,
That tore them apart,
But recovers all from the song in our heart,
Striking a chord,
Honoring you as my king and Lord,
Becoming the hook,
No longer shook,
releasing sounds that become a crescendo
Of our symphony,
in harmony,
as we become one
with every rising Sun.
That plays from the rhythm of our souls,
That has been tipped over from generations of tears from bowls,
That are a fragrance of sacrifice that cost their life,
As we are joined as husband and wife,
As our bodies create a lyric that overcame defeat
That trumped over their pain,
and establishes our rule and our reign.