Inevitably, our conversation at family gatherings center on politics, even though we agree at the outset to stay away from the explosive topic. Such was the case at our latest get-together this past weekend when one sister related the story of a Portland principal who sees a tie between a favorite lunch staple, the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and racism.
I must confess after reading the article online, I don’t get it. I can’t follow the educator’s logic. Instead, I have several questions.
- What does the color of my skin have to do with the now questionable mealtime delight that often filled my childhood lunches and an occasionally adult one?
- Must my dietary choices be determined by what is politically correct or stay within my ethnic background?
- Can I no longer frequent my favorite Chinese Buffet or Mexican Restaurant?
- Must I make a stand against the simple pleasure of Oreo cookies and milk, or a comforting bowl of tomato soup with crackers?
- Has the line between ethnicity and racism become so blurred we find it difficult to tell the difference?
“Maybe, by human standards,” says a still small voice, “but with Me there is only one race, the human race. To put it in simple terms, for Me there is no difference in the color of your skin because I AM color-blind.” (Acts 17:26)