McKenzie Meets His Past

McKenzie Meets His Past
His mp4 player was out of juice, so McKenzie tuned into the noise that surrounded him. He zoned-into private conversations until he found something that interested him. He was back in Scotland, in Glasgow, in a massive shopping mall that had sprung-up from nowhere since his last visit. Malls are noisy places and they are fascinating.
Nameless people, thousands of them, milled around in all directions. Every one of them had a unique story to tell….McKenzie knew that all they wanted was someone to listen. He pondered this as he sipped his Starbucks latte, casually eavesdropping into whatever conversation caught his attention in the ambience.
“Hello son, is this seat taken?” McKenzie followed the voice to a smartly dressed old man with piercing blue eyes and a recently done neat haircut. He was holding a mug of tea standing in front of the empty seat at McKenzie’s table.
“No, it’s yours”, smiled McKenzie politely.
“Thank you. Busy place, isn’t it?”
“Yes”, responded McKenzie.
“My name’s Archie, what’s your name?” As he cordially stretched-out his hand towards McKenzie.
“McKenzie’s my name”, said McKenzie as he warmly shook Archie’s hand.
“McKenzie? That’s a great Scottish name, a name to be proud of. Where are you from McKenzie?”
“Originally from up north, the Outer Hebrides.”
“What part? I was stationed there during the war.”
“A wee island called Scalpay, just off Harris.”
“Scalpay!” Exclaimed Archie. “My first love came from Scalpay. You must know her, Moira McLeod?”
McKenzie was taken aback, almost everyone on Scalpay was from the McLeod clan.
“When was that?” Asked McKenzie respectfully.
“Och, I was just a boy, seventeen years old. Moira was only sixteen.”
McKenzie quickly did the math. This happened around seventy years ago, putting Archie in his eighties. He remembered that he had an aunty Moira, his dad’s sister. But surely, it couldn’t be her….?
Matthew 1:1-17…… Thus there were fourteen generations in all from Abraham to David, fourteen from David to the exile to Babylon, and fourteen from the exile to the Messiah.
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Genealogy
Matthew 1:1-17…… Thus there were fourteen generations in all from Abraham to David, fourteen from David to the exile to Babylon, and fourteen from the exile to the Messiah.
It may seem boring to go through long lists of names that mean little or nothing to us, but those names are important. In this case they show us the lineage of Jesus Christ.
Currently, there is a growing curiosity in people wanting to know their family history, their ancestry. How interesting it is to discover where we have come from and perhaps unearth a few surprises in the process!
However, when we come to Jesus and we are born again, our family roots take on a completely new direction. We are adopted into the family of God. We become sons and co-heirs with Christ. We are new creations and our lives are hidden with Christ in God. Our blood-line starts at Calvary’s cross.
Oh yes, we still honour our natural parents and, in love, we reach out to our family and friends but we are no longer conformed to the pattern of this world. Rather, we are being transformed by the power of God.
Lord Jesus, thank you for being our Saviour and our Brother. Amen
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