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.
After the past few weeks, I’m beginning to believe we haven’t really learned much about one another beyond lyrics.
Imagine the little white child handing the black child a slice of watermelon while trying to speak Ebonics.
Or the little white child handing the yellow child a piece of wood while asking her to karate chop it in half while using an “Asian” accent.
Or the little white child handing the red child a feather while pretending to use a tomahawk and making “Indian warrior” noises with his hand on his mouth.
And all of this happening in front of the church during a Sunday service.
Never mind that so few of us, myself included, attend a church where that is the norm Sunday after Sunday (and where are the brown kids?). Just picture it.
It would be a little…um…weird…uncomfortable…awkward…inappropriate. How would you describe what you are feeling?
Now imagine all of these little children of the world growing up and showing up at church, and during the passing of the peace you watch a white person come up to me, an Asian American woman, and speak to me in a fake Asian accent.
What would your reaction be? What would you be feeling or thinking? Would you do anything? Should you do anything?
***Now, this exact scenario has not happened to me. At least, not yet. But who knows. The Church has a strange track record on taking one step forward and a leap backwards. Look up Rickshaw Rally – a vacation Bible school curriculum. Or Deadly Viper – a Christian leadership book and movement taken down by a small “online activist group”. Or…never mind.
After the past few weeks, I’m beyond feeling weird, uncomfortable, and awkward. Please, dear readers, don’t be afraid. Invite others to join us here. I promise, I may be angry, frustrated, hurt, and confused, but I won’t bite. I promise.