For decades I’ve believed that I am the child of a King, joint heir with Christ my Lord and Savior. This weekend we celebrate His resurrection. Today I discovered a 1992 printout of my ancestry as I knew it. Long before the simple act of a few key strokes, on the Internet, on Ancestry.com. Back in the “dark ages” of genealogical research, we traveled to libraries, we scrolled through miles of microfilm, we paid a dime for every photocopy.