I don't know about you but I'm not a fan of roots, and not because I dye my hair. I'm talking about those family roots, the past, the generations of people who either followed Christ or rejected Him and followed their own path to their destruction, usually taking their children with them. One of the most freeing things in the Bible is the idea that we are grafted into Christ. He is the vine, His Father, the vine-dresser who takes us from what we were, cuts us off from the old unhealthy roots, and weaves us into His Son. His roots are now our roots. His future now our future. The past is in the past. We are no longer our parents, or the sum total of all our experiences. We are Christ's and He will change us into His image, into what He plans for us to be, in order to bring glory to God. We no longer have to dwell in the tree we were born into. Which is a relief to those of us without a Christian upbringing and gives hope for the children of those of us who did not come to know Christ until late.
(In case you need a visual aid. ;))