I really lacked for a good title for my thoughts today, but finally settled on Erasing the lines. I thought how the Germans under Hitler believed they were the super race. Feeling superior to the Jews and others around them, even to the point of taking the lives of so so many Jews. I would sometimes equate that to feeling superior. I thought about how religion sometimes does something similar. The Church I grew up in taught they were the true Church and that someday all Christians would come to them as Christ drew all Christians into one body. I felt pretty special at the time I believed that. It was once again almost like a feeling of superiority. In fact I heard one lady testify to that effect concerning the women in her group she was attending. All these other Christian, when they got good enough would belong to her church. I saw the movie, Selma, and was reminded of the struggles black people went through to get their equal rights. How there was a culture in this country that felt they were superior. Many white people supported the equal rights movement, as they should, it was the right thing to do. It seems many times through out history we have come to the same problem over and over again in different ways. A feeling that we are better because of a race, a religion, or even in this day and age a political party or political leaning. IE: conservative or liberal. The result, once again is a dividing line between us as a people, as a nation. We need to not let anything give us an attitude that we are better than those around us. It separates us. I think how hard Blacks have worked to get equal rights, and now that they got there, they seem to keep separate. To me it is slightly different, I don't think they feel necessarily superior, but perhaps because of the battles they fought to get equal rights, they banded together as a race. They were not alone, many whites supported them. But I feel they still keep themselves separate, through black churches. I think of the first time I attended a black church, I felt so out of place, as the only white in that congregation. Where did the line of separation come from in that case, It was internal to me.That church welcomed me with open arms. I was made to feel one of them. Not all black churches made me feel that way. Sometimes I felt a constant battle to fit in, to be excepted. Perhaps the same is true today, when one black attends a White church. these are self imposed lines to some degree, internal to us. Most segregation in this day and age is self imposed. I am white, I think white, I give white man looks, because I am white. I think like a conservative, and vote most times like a conservative. I thought of another kind of separation talked about in the Bible. this was between the Jews and the Samaritans. The Jews would take the long route to avoid contact with the Samaritans. Or how about the Publicans. Publicans and sinners they called them, once again the Jews hated them. But Jesus crossed the line. He ate with them, visited with them, told them about living water or being born again. Jesus told them what they must do to be saved. He did not condone their sin, but showed them a way out. He did not condemn them but forgave them. What lines have we drawn or what walls have we built in our society today? I have seen this in my own life, Blacks that do not feel comfortable asking me a simple question but will ask my wife, who is black. Or sometimes the role is reversed, and a black is in a white group of Christians, and they feel uncomfortable being the only Black. God is not drawing those lines, we are. Many times it is internal. Yes there are cultural differences. When Germans came to this country they settled in areas where other Germans settled. My ancestors would go to a German speaking church. But over the years they became one with the earlier Americans. Perhaps there are still areas where there is separation because of cultural differences. But once again, we have come a long way and those are self imposed lines. I chose to attend a Black church years ago, sometimes I was the only White. Yes it felt a little awkward at first, but I got over it. I had prayed about it, where to attend church. We were a mixed couple. As I was praying about this concern, I read Ephesians 5;25
"Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;" I was asking as I read that how do I apply this scripture to this situation, looking for a church for a mixed couple, mixed race, mixed culture. I thought, my wife is black, that is her culture, her race, she had family attending that church. I thought that is how I apply that scripture to my life at that time. I chose a Black church. When my wife at that time asked me if I had decided , I said yes, Second Baptist, a Black Church. The first words out of her mouth were
"How the hell can you pick Second Baptist?" I was White, and I am sure she expected me to pick a White Church. We had visited Bethany Christian Assembly, Bethal Baptist, Meadowdale Baptist Church and others. But I believe God was trying to erase a line of division in my life. I believe, he is trying to do that again today. We may not all think alike, especially culturally and politically, but we are all made in the image of God, and spiritually we can cross that line. Perhaps that is what Jesus wants to do in this day and age, just like he crossed the barriers between Jew and Samaritan, between Publican and Pharisee, and Sadducee, Greek and Hebrew, even slave and free. We do not need to have monolithic thought on every detail, but we can erase the lines between us culturally and politically and worship the God who created us all. We were all created in his image. Perhaps there is another line we draw, once I had a girlfriend who worked at Walmart, a co-worker asked if I was still seeing Walmart Girl as he called her. Yes, I said. He said you are an Engineer, you can do better than a Walmart Girl. Jesus taught against those types of division also. Do you see one come into your midst in fine raiment and another in rags and you show respect of persons, God is not pleased. May I be an eraser in his hands and work to erase the lines between us. Many of these lines are self imposed and learned. A child has no problem crossing lines of political, economic and race. Neither should we. God bless, LVZ.