My pastor is talking about a deep human need to know where we came from. Adopted children often seek their birth parents. People set up family trees, walk through graveyards, visit the countries of their ancestors, have reunions, heirlooms, etc.
Maybe it's because I grew up in another country, where my family culture was a mix of American and Korean and Turkish and my extended family wasn't related by blood but by their jobs as missionaries and the fact we were all foreigners in foreign countries... But I've never cared much about where I came from. Just because my great grandfather came from Germany doesn't mean I have any interest in Germany. I probably identify less with Germany than I do the Middle East.
I like history, culture, and connections. They just don't have to be bound to me by blood and land. Why do I need my ancestors to be involved in something to justify my interest in it? What matters to me is what I have experienced and grown up with.
But I'm weird. I'd rather live in a camper and travel across country than in a house that's weighed down with a ton of past.
Just some thoughts.
