Genetics

So, I mentioned earlier this year about the travails of doing my DNA.
I was so tired of the constant bigotry and fighting the family over my having and Indian grandfather!
Much less Umatilla Indian at that!
gggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
So, DNA would shut them up, right?

Nope.
Next hurtle was that the LDS archives say that there was a blackman, like six generations back1
And this all I hear from these racists!
It makes me want to puke!
I have so little in common with these people I am straddled with in this life ...

Then, out of the blue, I get an email.
From the wife of someone who matched my mother's side of the DNA!
The son of an adoptee, he has no family that he knows of.

So, I sat down with my now 20 year old history of the family.
It took maybe five minutes to figure out that he had to be the grandson of my most hated of uncles!
Yes, Kris can hate - but you REALLY have to earn that one!

I wrote that uncle off in 1963.
He was a wife beater, abuser of children and an alcoholic.
As an adult 55 years later guess where I stand on all of these issues!
Yeah.

But, although he did earn lifelong disgust from me, once a Christian I did pray for him regularly.
And he did come to Jesus.
Through the efforts of the Anchorage, Alaska Salvation Army!
They even dried him out.
This did not make him a better man.
He was a self indulged con-man to the day he died.

And yet, his life showed the change that only Jesus can make.
He cared for widows and orphans.
And helping other alcoholics change!

I still shake my heart at the contrast!

And this guy, is going to want to know about his grandfather.
And I do not have any easy answers for him ... or me.