When I was a child, I loved National Geographic. I would comb through its pages and devour every sentence, every picture. I wanted to know all I could about the people living in the world. People who in so many ways were so different from me. Even as a child I could see the differences between the Maori in New Zealand, and the Kayan Lahwi people in Asia. I easily recognized the differences between the Egyptians and Romans. I could even see the differences between the Britains and Americans. But, as a child, those things were just how things were. Culturally speaking, people were fascinating, and I loved them all.
I would have never looked at them and thought, I don't see you. I am blind to the fact that we are different. But, because I did see them, I saw the beautiful differences that made us unique.
I am a white woman. I am white. I am not ashamed to be white. It's the color of skin I was born with. I am descended from many different nationalities. I am Irish, Scottish, Native American, French Huguenot, and African. Thanks to DNA testing we can all see exactly from where we come. My skin color is not who or what I am. It does make me unique in the world. I am not Asian, Indian, or Polynesian, but I am a beautiful person who is a soul. One who has been bought for a price by the blood of Christ. I am one who can see our differences, and celebrate our uniqueness, and I am one that understands it is only with love and the blood of Christ we can learn to see each other for what we truly are, souls.