I was introduced to the subject of “generational curses” some years ago in a strange way. I was sitting in the pulpit of the church I served, listening to an encouraging sermon by an out-of-town friend. He ended the message with a personal testimony of divine healing. He had been very sick. And the only explanation for his recovery was that God had healed him, for which I rejoiced. I had no problem with his testimony of healing. I did have a problem with his explanation of how he received the life-threatening disease. He claimed that it was a generational...