The picture was drawn with the hand of a first grader. It hung proudly in Sunshine Alley, a hallway of West Morgan Elementary in Trinity, Alabama. It caught my eye because it had the name Isaac in the caption.
The girl in the picture wore platform shoes, flare jeans, and a purple t-shirt. Her hair was black and her skin was brown. The boy in the picture wore tennis shoes, khaki shorts, and an orange t-shirt. His hair was brown and his skin was white. The girl and boy were leaning back with attitude, posed with their hands on their hips and their left feet forward. Both were smiling.
The caption under the drawing said, “Isaac is nice to me every day.” The name scrawled in the lower right hand corner was Jasmine Jones. I stared at the picture of my son and his best friend. It made me cry and it made me happy.
God doesn’t have a skin color preference and neither do I. Do you?
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“From one human being he created all races of people and made them live throughout the whole earth” (Acts 17:26 GNT).
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My parents never taught me how to see in color, and I never learned how. I knew you were that kind of mother also. On any given Sunday in church, that Jasmine and Isaac is me and one or both of my best friends, David or Jeff. Couldn’t imagine going through life or serving God without them.
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I can just picture you, Jeff and Dave as kids! We gotta “pass it on!”
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I can’t say that I have a skin color preference per say. I think when God sees his creation He either sees the blood of the Lamb or the sin of the Lost. Just sayin….
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Exactly my point! Thx for the input, Mike.
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