Well, I got my DNA back the other day and I can now definitively say that I am a human being.

Outside of that I think my official designation would be “mongrel”,

which proudly makes me a Canadian.

I’m not sure how anyone whose family has been in Canada for several generations can boast of any particular genetic background.

I am, in no particular order, part First Nations, part Scandinavian, part British and Irish, a little Eastern European, a little Northwestern European, a fair amount of French and German and surprisingly Southern European, including 2% Sardinian.

I had to Google the last one to make sure I wasn’t a fish.

And some of it wasn’t a surprise. I knew about the First Nations (two great-great-great Grand Mothers), the Irish and Welsh connections as well as my Northwestern European heritage, (my great Grandfather was from Estonia).  And the rest of it was just a fun discovery.

But the results did remind me of my humanity, what a melting pot our country is and that the concept of racial purity is pretty much a myth.

And more important it reminded me that I’m a child of God’s and even if we aren’t related by blood and DNA we are related by grace.   Have a great week and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.