![]() ![]() These people are my family by virtue of being part of God’s family. Their lives may have looked vastly different from mine, but as children of the same Father, their stories are my family history-on a more significant level than the history of that town in New York. The stories of Augustine of Canterbury, Bertha, Aidan, Columba, and Caedmon captured my imagination because these men and women shared my love for Christ and his kingdom. Bede’s depiction of the process of spreading the gospel to the English people was my history. ![]() ![]() My experience the first time I read Bede’s Ecclesiastical History of the English People was similar. The people whose stories we read and whose pictures we saw were my people. ![]() I remember feeling so important as a kid-this place was named after me! Even today, the history we saw there is especially vivid in my mind because I experienced it as my history. We stopped by the town hall to learn some of the history and discovered it had been named after our distant ancestor. As we drove through upstate New York, we stumbled across both a town and a mountain called by our last name. When I was in elementary school, my family flew to New Hampshire and took a road trip home to Colorado, stopping to see the sights along the way. ![]()
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