September 15, 1963.  I turned four years old that day in Omaha, NE, a long way from Birmingham, Alabama.  I lived with my parents, my two brothers and my sister in a green rented house.  I knew nothing about Sunday School and church choirs and youth groups.  I was woefully ignorant of the Bible.  My parents did not voice the discontents of Black and Brown people.  They didn’t tell us about the four girls who died because they went to a Black church one Sunday morning in their beautiful dresses.  They never told us about how much the White world hated us because we were born with Black skin. They were busy doing life with four children to look after.  My mom was a regular…

In the beginning, God created the rich and complex variety we see in every facet of His handiwork.. All of it is meant to show His glory.  His word says: “The heavens are telling of the glory of God;And the expanse [of heaven] is declaring the work of His hands.” Psalm 19:1   He created us to love and be loved, to love Him and love each other.  The differences in skin color, cultures, ethnicity and language in humanity are amazing learning experiences that are mutually enriching.  But because of the Fall, these differences are made the basis of hate and segregation, teaching us to destroy rather than build up what God has created in perfect love.  This hatred and destruction comes from the enemy…