I'm A White American

I am a White American. (Sorta... we are mostly all some shade of brown between white and black actually)



Let me let you in on a little something: You may not be a white American and I love you.

If you don’t speak with the same dialect as me, I still love you.

If you don’t speak English at all, I still love you.

If you like to go to rap concerts, I still love you.

If you like to go to bluegrass concerts, I still love you.

If all you like to do for entertainment is sit in a corner and read, I still love you.

If you like to go to soccer games for entertainment, I still love you.

If you eat nothing but organic and go hiking every weekend, I still love you.

If you like to eat cucumbers with every meal, I still love you (but you're gross).

Not a single one of these things describes ME very well and I still love YOU.

You don’t have to be like me for me to love you. When I say that, I don’t mean that you don’t have to look like me. I mean you don’t have to BE like me. Some people are fine with those who are different in skin color as long as they take on all the same social norms that they adhere to. What a boring life. One of my greatest joys in life is sitting beside those who don’t look like me and AREN’T like me. What lessons I learn from them!

The myth says that we are all supposed to be the same.

The truth is that we are all supposed to wear the same clothes.

Galatians 3:26-29- " 26 So in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith, 27 for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. 28 There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. 29 If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise." (NIV)

Women who came into contact with Christ were still women. Slaves were still slaves. Gentiles were still Gentiles.

The change in identity did not change these things about them. It was merely a changing of the clothes they wore- a changing of their eternal destination. A changing of what was most important.

So keep being a black American, keep being a Hispanic immigrant and I’ll keep being a white American. I don’t suppose there is anything we can do to change that. We don’t have to homogenize in personality, hobbies, music, food, or really any such trivial matter as long as we can unify at the Cross of the Messiah. When we unify there, we realize there is much more to unite us than there ever has been to separate us.

Peace and Love, A CHRISTIAN White American who loves you.