Connections. I’ve started prepping for a possible quick trip
to Germany in March. I have a friend who lives there and has offered to
translate as I hope to research our Steenbock forbears.
Last night I got lost in the pages of a 1920 census in
Nebraska. I didn’t find anyone I was looking for, and scanning a myriad of
names scrawled in various levels of penmanship was wearing.
Other family members have done amazing jobs of tracing my
mother’s ancestors right back to the 16th century, and my father’s
mother’s ancestors back to the 15th century. But the Steenbock line
starts in 1892 when they boarded the ship in Hamburg.
I found myself wondering last night why I was doing this.
Does it matter? Does anyone else really have an interest in this? But when I
reflect that each of those names represents someone God knows intimately, and
knew from the womb, I am blown away. To me they are names: to God they are
precious individuals with gifts and personalities and hopes and dreams, now
moved on from this world into the next.
Connections. The opening chapters of Mark and Luke detail
Jesus’ ancestral line. Connections matter to God. Who knows but that I am a
Christian today because of the prayers of one of these names on the pages? I
pray for my grandchildren and on down the years, that they will know the living
God and worship Jesus the Saviour.
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