My ancestors came over on the Mayflower. From the record we have of their lives, it’s safe to say William and Mary Brewster were serious about their relationship with God.
And yet as I research my genealogy, my spirit sinks to note that it appears I am, for all intents and purposes, a bona fide 2nd Generation Christian.
My ancestors immigrated to this country and suffered fatal hardships because they loved God, but it didn’t take long before my family tree was indistinguishable from the self-worshipping trees around it. In fact, it became so bad that by the time my parents sprouted, they were some of the first in their families to be born again.
How did that happen? Continue reading “It Only Takes a Generation to Die”