As I trace the family further back however there is less of a feeling of connectedness and emotional investment. Yes it's fascinating I might be able to trace a line of the family back to Charlemagne, but ultimately I don't have the same affection for Charlemagne as I do for my grandfather.
My ancestors are in the past, and all that is left of them are (if their lucky) their names, some stories, and bits of their DNA. My hope and understanding of life is not held in my ancestors, it is held in Christ. Researching their past however did remind me of this scripture. I think I'll put it on any family binder I might eventually make.
6The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:
7The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.
8The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.