I am a child of the 70’s. I entered this world in early ’67 began the seventies as a toddler and entered the eighties as a young teen. There are a lot of adventures I could share about my friends and my neighborhood. There was a sense of freedom that I do not think children today still have. Once I learned to ride a bicycle my world expanded a few streets and even more adventures followed.
I am a child of my heritage. Recently, I dug through some genealogy to remind myself of my heritage. I found most of my roots in the United States run deep.
On my father’s side, Francis McCow(e)n immigrated into Virginia from Scotland via Northern Ireland circa 1730. I am the 7th Generation of McCowns born in what is now the United States. But long before that my paternal grandmother (Nellie Rose) had an ancestor named John Rice who entered the British Colonies after 1630 but before 1664 when his daughter Rachel Rice was born in Norfolk County, Mass. This makes me the 10th generation in the United States. This is my paternal lineage.
On my mother’s side an unknown (to me) family gave birth to a daughter named Phoebe circa 1641 in Charles City, Virginia. She would marry Abraham Goad and give birth to a Daughter named Katherine (records I saw listed Katherine as born in 1667 or 1674). Katherine’s mother (Eve Williams) was born in Virginia in 1642. Through them I am the 11th Generation born on this continent.
But more importantly.
No MOST importantly, I am a child of God.
“For in Christ Jesus you are all sons of God, through faith. For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ”. (Gal 3:26-27)
“See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. . . . Beloved, we are God ‘s children now . . .” (1Jo 3:1-2)
As the words to the following song say, “I’m no longer a slave to fear, I am a child of God!”