I don’t like the phrase “there’s not a racist bone in my body.”
Because if I’m being honest with myself, I am inclined to judge a man by the color of his skin.
Just because I don’t like that part of me doesn’t mean it’s not in there.
The recent unjust killings of black folks in our country shouldn’t only cause us to point fingers at the perpetrators, though we should demand justice.
These killings should also cause us to lift the hoods of our hearts to see the racism that might be lurking there.
My goal as a Christian is not to deny my prejudice but to repent of it.
The God I worship seeks to bring people of all colors into His kingdom, to make us all children of Abraham through faith in Christ.
So I must turn my racist bone over to God so He can renovate my heart.
True change in our churches and systems and nation starts with my willingness to say, “Lord, change this wicked way in me.” Joseph Horton is an evangelist in Winchester, TN
“Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me, and know my anxieties;
And see if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.” Psa. 139:23-24
“God loves you and I love you and that’s the way it’s gonna be!” – Mike
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