Psalm 105:12-25

12 When they were few in number,
of little account, and sojourners in it,
13 wandering from nation to nation,
from one kingdom to another people,
14 he allowed no one to oppress them;
he rebuked kings on their account,
15 saying, “Touch not my anointed ones,
do my prophets no harm!”

16 When he summoned a famine on the land
and broke all supply of bread,
17 he had sent a man ahead of them,
Joseph, who was sold as a slave.
18 His feet were hurt with fetters;
his neck was put in a collar of iron;
19 until what he had said came to pass,
the word of the Lord tested him.
20 The king sent and released him;
the ruler of the peoples set him free;
21 he made him lord of his house
and ruler of all his possessions,
22 to bind his princes at his pleasure
and to teach his elders wisdom.

23 Then Israel came to Egypt;
Jacob sojourned in the land of Ham.
24 And the Lord made his people very fruitful
and made them stronger than their foes.
25 He turned their hearts to hate his people,
to deal craftily with his servants.

Our spiritual roots are funny ones. They are not sexy at all, rather they are humble. A bunch of wanderers in the desert. Oppressed, but protected by God. Through His providence by sending Joseph ahead of them, they were spared the suffering and destruction of the famine. Then came a time of fruitfulness, though they were strangers in the land. That ran short though as leadership began to get sick of them.

I often feel like my person roots are funny. The side of the family I always heard about was on my Mom's growing up, but now I begin to make more sense of my life through the family of my Dad. All of us are a wild mix of everyone that has gone before, it is no wonder that Christianity is so strange...look at the family tree.