When we’re really all in the family
Lately I’ve been researching my family tree and it’s been quite interesting.
In the last two months since I really got into it, I was finally able to find the birthplace of my grandma MacDonald. Just getting there was a task, but thanks to the Internet and Facebook, I was able to find so much more.
I actually found pictures of her as a child, as well as her brothers, sisters and father – my great grandfather.
And once that door opened up, I was able to start seeing connections to people in the past that I’d never known. And interestingly enough, some I did know.
I found that I was related to the likes Robert The Bruce, Charles Martel and even Charlemagne.
Finding yourself attached to those folks is somewhat sobering. But this weekend it might have gotten even better.
I was searching for pictures of these new-found family members when I found a web site that linked members of this royal chain even farther back than I expected. I knew I didn’t have time to enter in all the data, so I just started clicking through the father’s names until I hit one I recognized.
Isaac (Ishaq) ben Abraham.
That seemed a little coincidental, so I glanced over at his wife’s name and found it to be Rebekah. One more look and I found that his father’s name was Abraham and his mother’s Hagar.
And it suddenly dawned on me that – according to this one web site – I had a direct lineage to the father of Israel. Not just any Abraham but the Abraham.
Of course you make enough clicks backward and you end up with a nice pair of newly weds (and newly createds, for that matter) named Adam and Eve who were having some housing issues.
It dawned on me at that point that what I had always thought to be true with the story of Noah, was true all the way around.
We’re all family.
Think of all of the evil in the world today. Greed. Theft. Envy. Lust. Murder. Wars. This list is practically endless.
And when we think we’ve just about reached the end, we always seem to come up with a new spin on an old sin or something completely out of the blue.
But what is we thought of each other as family.
As a child considering the saga of Noah, it occurred to me that everyone on the planet must be able to trace the ancestral roots back to one of Noah’s three sons and then to Noah. That no matter our skin color, race or sports team affiliation we are all related.
Think about that for a moment.
That guy who cut you off in traffic and gave you the bird.
That woman that called trying to collect a bill.
All of them – and yes, even the Congressmen – are your brothers and sisters. They may be a few times removed, but we are all part of one family. The family of man.
And it was for that reason that God sent the Son of Man to atone for our sins. Because to make amends for the seemingly endless array of things we have done and will continue to each other, He had to send a member of the family to get it right.
Am I directly linked to Jacob, Isaac and Abraham. Well, if I believe the story of Noah then I must be somehow. But whether or not I am in their bloodline means little in that we are all one race, under God and we really ought to start acting like it.