I was putting three-year-old Johnny to bed when he asked for a bedtime story. For the past few weeks, I had been telling him of the adventures of his great-great-grandfather: a colonizer, a soldier, a community leader. As I started another story, Johnny stopped me and said, “No, tell me of Grandpa Robert.” I was surprised. This was my grandpa. I had not told stories of him, and I could not imagine where he had heard his name. He had died before I had even married.
“How do you know about Grandpa Robert?” I asked.
“Well, Momma,” he said,”he’s the one who brought me to earth.”
— Lois P.
–excerpt from Hinze, Coming From the Light, p. 41