Good Evening, God!
I love this photo of a stone Celtic cross. My friend who took it is on a Celtic Cruise. So I’m not really sure where she took it.
I love Celtic crosses. My grandmother was pure Welsh and my husband Kit has some Welsh on his side of the family. The Welsh is all mixed in with Scottish and Viking genes, and I think of the Welsh as a tempering admixture to those more militant genes.
Sometimes, God, I think people are a lot more like dogs — or cats — than we want to realize. People, though, come in even more “flavors.” I believe that social groups (cultures) select for preferred traits. And after centuries of “selection” we run fairly true to “type.” Thus “warriors” are bred. And so also are sea-faring traders, or enterprising merchants.
Of course, we are shaped by the culture we are raised in. But having our oldest daughter, Suzanne, be decidedly Celtic and a Francophile while our middle daughter, Patty, was enchanted by all things English — has made me aware of the power of gene pools. Or, as I used to say, how much children are who they are when they are “hatched.”
Ah, but You have set us free, God. Free to become more our individual selves. I like that! I love the story where You are supposed to have said to Rabbi Mendlebaum, “I didn’t want you to be more like Moses. I wanted you to be more like Rabbi Mendlebaum!”
I think, God, that You want to set us free from our genes AND from the cultures of our countries and our families. Free to be Your Unique Child! Thank You!
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