We have so many problems in our society today, it is a wonder why we choose to fight between ourselves over what color we are, or what or national origin is. I am from British stock on my father’s side and Italian/Sicilian stock on my mother’s side. Having been a history and culture professor before concentrating on teaching writing, I am fully aware that there is a great racial mixture in my background. On my father’s side, I am English, which means that there is some German and French blood running through my veins, and Scottish, which means that I may also have some Viking blood in me, which could be Norwegian, Swedish, or even Russian. On my mother’s side, there is French and Italian, which could also mean some Austrian, or Hungarian blood, but it also could be some norther African blood, which means I could have a mixture of Greek and Black African blood running through me.
I know that I can send for a DNA kit to show where my extended long-dead relatives originated, but I don’t care. I am part of humanity, you know, the one that God made in his image and likeness. I cannot imagine what God looks like; this is far beyond my capabilities as a mere mortal human. What I am certain of is that there is no color for God; He, or She, is beyond and far superior to an image of Him, Her, as a mere mortal. To me, the face of God is Jesus. According to my faith, and the faith of millions of others, Jesus is the Son of God, or at least the most important prophet placed on earth by God.
As I look back on the makeup of Jesus, as the Son of Mary, the granddaughter of David, many generations back. If that is so, we know from the Bible that David co-habitated with Bathsheba the nubile Queen of Central Africa, which, in all likelihood, means that there is Black African blood in Jesus. The face of Jesus, as I portray Him, is not that of Max Von Sydow, or Jeffrey Hunter, who portrayed him in the movies. If I were to take a realistic stab at it, Jesus was probably a short man, of middle eastern, or east Asia complexion. I know that this next statement will offend many, but I must make it anyway. If I am going to truly think of what Jesus looked like 2000 years ago, he could probably look much like Yassir Arafat did when he lived. Short, but with a dynamic personality that attracted many poor workers to follow him.
I think that God had a plan for this; we cannot know what Jesus truly looked like, which is why, when you enter a Christian church that is not predominantly white, Jesus is portrayed as a man with dark skin.
So, when theologians, and people concerned with racial reconciliation, I truly believe that what they really mean is that as a community, we must re-form our thinking. This is a formation, or a re-formation of God’s society. Any reconciliation must come from within each person. We must reconcile within our own selves how we want to live and who we want to share this wonder world with.
I apologize if I have offended anyone; my prayer is that I have planted a seed within those who read this. That seed should be to reconcile with yourself and God so that we can reform our society, the entire society of the world into a more open and accepting entity.
God bless you all. I Love you all.