Which Race Is Best?

Our Grandson Kyle

 “God, who made the world and everything in it, since He is Lord of heaven and earth, does not dwell in temples made with hands.  Nor is He worshiped with men’s hands, as though He needed anything, since He gives to all life, breath, and all things.   And He has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and has determined their preappointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings,  so that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might reach for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us;   for in Him we live and move and have our being. . ."  From Acts 17 (NKJV) 

Tonight the caption of a picture took my eye and touched my heart: "Nobody is born racist." Immediately my mind went back to an incident with Kyle. After enjoying a program at Machias Valley Christian School twelve or so years ago, we were hugging the grandchildren who had participated. All at once, Kyle came over to us with a little friend in tow. "Look, Grammie and Grampie. This is my friend. See our arms? Mine are all white and his are all brown. Isn't he beautiful?" Of course we ruffled his hair and agreed with a smile. But this incident was more meaningful to us than simply acknowledging our grandson's sweetness. We hope to never forget the beauty of our little grandson's heart. We were blessed then with the joyful reminder of how beautiful it will be when people no longer know racial prejudice. And we are blessed with the memory now and look forward to the time when more of us appreciate one another as equals, created in the image of God.

Right now racial tensions are increasing in our country and this is such a tragedy. People are hurting. A woman said the other day that there will always be racism unless we all begin to realize there is but ONE race: the human race. I pray we do open our eyes and realize the worth of every life. I pray we truly turn our faces to God and love HIM with all our being and our neighbor as ourselves.

What if we began to find something to value in every person with whom we come in contact? How about the homeless addict on the corner? "There," we should say, "is a person for whom Christ gave His life." And if God loves that person so much, can't we have a glimmer of compassion for him or her?

"Oh, to be like Jesus!"