I have a 100,793 things going on in my head right now that I could be writing about. Most probably wouldn’t be appropriate to write about and tell the world at this time. Some I haven’t fully thought out yet. And some are just a journal entry. But there is one topic that has gotten my attention a bit more as of late. Racism.
Boom. Some people are openly racist. Some are secretly racist. Some would say they aren’t racist, but actually do display racist attitudes sometimes. And some people genuinely aren’t racist! Racism in Canada is probably just as real as racism in the US, just not as widely spoken about and probably not even really recognised as being that.
I remember when I was 12-13 years old going with my mom to a paint store to buy some paint. The owner helped us load the paint into the truck and mom was talking with him. I went back to the truck just so ready to go home. Mom got into the truck and turned it on with a huff, “That was completely uncalled for!” she muttered. I curiously asked what had happened. She told me what the guy had said; a very racist comment. That was the first time I remember consciously coming face to face with the evil. I wondered what could make someone so mad at a different colour skin?! It posses people and becomes a very very difficult prejudice to dissipate. I spent 2.5 years of my life living in a majority Black community. My best friend was Black there, and my sister was named after her! I never saw a different colour! I still don’t! I love them no differently! Even writing this as though we are different is making me cringe! I have cousins that are family, which surprises people because we aren’t the same colour. It upsets me when people bring to light a difference they see; colour.
Now that said, culture poisons. If you are brought up in a culture or family that is racist then it is hard to walk away from. You see I wasn’t racist towards the Black community, but I realized later on in life that I was racist towards a different group of people, the beautiful Native American people here in Canada. Its a history of pain, rejection and disappointment for that culture. Our government so many years ago failed them terribly which has resulted in a vicious, seemingly endless cycle of more pain. The racism in myself was recognisable first by my fear, I was scared of them. They were given money and beer way back in the beginning and now it has become generations of drunkenness and depravity. I realised that this wasn’t all their fault after awhile. The “white people” handled it terribly at the time, which has more or less resulted in complete distrust on both sides. Money won’t cure a broken people… sorry federal government. Only Jesus will.
Jesus created man. Jesus created man in his own image. There’s a saying that goes, ‘We all bleed the same colour’, which is true and guess what Jesus bled red also when he died on that cross for ALL people. There is no skin colour in His eyes, all He sees are the sinners and the saved, also known as the heart condition. If we are desiring to be like Jesus then we need to see people as He does. He’s handy work. His beloved. His grafted in branches.