So, here it goes.
If there's one single thing that unites all people on earth, it is the desire to belong to someone. Everyone--no matter who they are, what vocation they choose, or what flaws of temperament they may possess--has deep within them the insatiable desire to know that to someone, somewhere, they matter and are loved and remembered.
It's this very same desire that put two cousins together after twenty-some-odd years of hapless separation, finding one another again quite by chance. Her family moved away, mine fell apart, but during all the years that slipped between us, neither of us has forgotten the other--or the premium importance of knowing who we are in the heritage of our blood, and seeking to gather together with all the rest, both living and dead.
There is, believe it or not, a moral imperative to knowing one's family, and that family's history. To reject one's family is to deny one's self, and to tell a lie about who we are. But by embracing one's own people--past, present, and future--we find not only the truth of who we really are, but who we are meant to be, and the possibilities of what we and our children can become. And it is by looking to the past, and where we've come from, that we build the foundation of tomorrow's memories and long-lasting relationships.
So, here we will gather with anyone interested to learn more about our history, our ancestors, and one another. Here we will seek the meaning of our collective heritage, our names, our likenesses and our differences. Here we will explore what it is that makes us, like it or not, family.
Come join us!
If there's one single thing that unites all people on earth, it is the desire to belong to someone. Everyone--no matter who they are, what vocation they choose, or what flaws of temperament they may possess--has deep within them the insatiable desire to know that to someone, somewhere, they matter and are loved and remembered.
It's this very same desire that put two cousins together after twenty-some-odd years of hapless separation, finding one another again quite by chance. Her family moved away, mine fell apart, but during all the years that slipped between us, neither of us has forgotten the other--or the premium importance of knowing who we are in the heritage of our blood, and seeking to gather together with all the rest, both living and dead.
There is, believe it or not, a moral imperative to knowing one's family, and that family's history. To reject one's family is to deny one's self, and to tell a lie about who we are. But by embracing one's own people--past, present, and future--we find not only the truth of who we really are, but who we are meant to be, and the possibilities of what we and our children can become. And it is by looking to the past, and where we've come from, that we build the foundation of tomorrow's memories and long-lasting relationships.
So, here we will gather with anyone interested to learn more about our history, our ancestors, and one another. Here we will seek the meaning of our collective heritage, our names, our likenesses and our differences. Here we will explore what it is that makes us, like it or not, family.
Come join us!