Color Blind

Color Blind by Leslie Noyes

I once professed to color blindness, black, white, red, brown, all people looked the same, I claimed,

But the skin and its store of melanin or lack thereof does not a person make. No, color is bone deep, 

Soul drenched, and we are different in beautifully messy ways. Better to be color aware than color

Blind. Better to celebrate the tints and tinges of pigments than to ignore our unique differences. 

Peace, people.

Sunday School Song

I was raised listening to and singing this song. Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever really heard the message of love and acceptance. 

 Jesus loves the little children,

All the children of the world.

Red and yellow, black and white,

They are precious in his sight,

Jesus loves the little children of the world.

IMG_1047 Are these songs still sung by innocent little children? Did those who sang them perhaps think that Jesus only loved those little children of different colors when they were actually children? Should the line “all the children of the world” be amended to read, “all the children who look like MY children?” 

Or maybe the songwriter got the color part wrong. Maybe he meant, “white and white and white and white.” 

Peace, People.