Friday, July 8, 2016


So many different skin colors populate the globe.

So much beauty in those colors. If we choose to see.

So much racism. If we choose to label.

Injustice seems to be growing in our world today.

How do we fight it?

And both celebrate the diversity of colors and see past the skin to what is in the heart.

So that we can discover the unity in our humanity.

And realize that we are all people wonderfully and fearfully made, handcrafted by God.

So much alike underneath our different skin colors.

With the same hurts and the same dreams.

But the reality is that people born into a life of white privilege will never experience the kind of fear and anger and discrimination directed toward those born with black or brown skin.

I believe that privileged white people cannot shut the door, turn the other way, and ignore what is happening.

We must fight against injustice. Fight for those around us who face mistreatment every single day of their lives. Mistreatment simply because of the color of their skin. 

Even if it's not our personal battle, it must become our battle. The people suffering are our brothers and sisters.

I highly recommend the book Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin, a white journalist who temporarily darkened his skin for six weeks to see what life was really like as a black man in 1961 in the Deep South.

It had a significant impact on me, in a very sobering way.

And scarily, his account is way too much like the discrimination we still find in America, the Land of Freedom, 55 years later.

Griffin's story has helped me to appreciate my incredible parents even more. They lived in the Deep South in the 60's and adopted my biracial brother when we were both babies in 1970. 

Our multi-colored family (including my biological sister and my other brother adopted from Brazil) experienced misunderstanding and discrimination. I distinctly remember the fear I felt as we witnessed a KKK cross burning in a friend's yard in Arkansas in the late 1970's.

I have so much respect for my parents and their bold courage to make unorthodox choices back then.

And I believe that today we must join together with our brothers and sisters of different color with that same kind of courage to fight against the current racial crisis in our world.

Will you fight?


(Linking up with Velvet Ashes this week on the theme of Colorful)


  1. You have said it well, today is the day we bring all colors of skin and culture to the cross. And old gospel song title speaks my heart better. The Ground Is Level At The Foot of the Cross.

    1. Thank you for sharing Betty. That is a beautiful song title to remember.

  2. Jodie, such a timely message!
    "Even if it's not our personal battle, it must become our battle. The people suffering are our brothers and sisters."

    1. Thanks for your encouragement, Patty.

  3. The kids and I read "Black Like Me" this year - it was sobering. I believe we have come a long way since then - but obviously still not far enough...

    1. That's true Michele. I don't think things are as bad now as it was back then. But its mind boggling to think that changing one's skin color could make such a difference in how one is treated. I think there would be similarities today as well. And it also made me think of the recent UNICEF video of the girl dressed up nicely and then like a homeless person and how differently she was treated. The mistreatment was so upsetting to her that she couldn't keep going.

  4. We would like to think back then that we were a little bit colorblind. As parents that wasn't always possible.

    1. In some ways it's good to be colorblind, Dad. I remember that we went to the "black" park in Arkansas because we weren't all welcome at the "white" park.



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