…And A Little Child Will Lead Them

31 08 2017

My heart has been heavy these past months. I’ve seen increased tension, animosity, hatred, impatience and intolerance. Because of the divisiveness, my once-unified country has begun to crack. This is the country my parents, my brother and I fled to after Nazi Germany decimated the Netherlands, followed by the threat of Communism. This is the ‘melting pot’ where all races and ethnicities came together to form a free and welcoming land, a place for all to find opportunity and a better life. This is the place where religion could be pursued without persecution. This is the country where opinions could be freely expressed without fear of retaliation.

What happened?

I recently flew to Washington to visit family. On this flight there were people of many nationalities, and because I chose Southwest, the seating was open. I was one of the earlier boarders and took an aisle seat. As the other passengers filed in, a white gentleman across from me offered the seat beside him to a young black woman. They conversed off and on throughout the flight. Just ahead of me across the aisle sat a little blond girl no older than 2 ½. Occasionally she would turn and smile at me, her dimples flashing, and her plump little leg sticking out the side of her seat. Across from her was a black mother with two children, one an older boy, the other a baby of about a year. The baby was fascinated by the little girl, and reached out a hand to her. Grinning broadly, the girl touched his fingers and giggled as the baby chuckled and toddled toward her. They interacted for several minutes, alternately initiating the contact. People around them were smiling as they watched the children, each child blind to the color of the other.

The stewardesses on the flight treated each child equally, cooing and talking to the little boy, and chatting with the girl. As I observed this throughout the four-hour flight, I felt for that short time as if all was right with the world. This is how it should be. This is the country my family came to for a fresh start. This is the colorblindness Jesus preached—all equal and equally worthy. It gave me new hope.

Now I’m back to reality. The news is full of the hatred between races, the degradation one group thrusts on another, each refusing to take into account (or accept as valid) or even listen to the viewpoint of the other. It hurts my heart. I hope it hurts yours.

There is a saying: A journey begins with a single step. Let’s make that single step. One by one we can spread the gospel of love. One caring act at a time, we can turn the tide. That little girl didn’t see the color of the baby across the aisle. She saw a smile, a child like her on a long flight, a kinship beyond race.

Texas is showing us all what it is to be unified. In the midst of the flooding and devastation brought on by Hurricane Harvey, everyone is helping in whatever way they can. A kind word, a helping hand, a place to stay, food and water to share, encouragement that this too will pass, tears shared because of the myriad of losses the people are feeling already. Offers of help started pouring in as soon as the hurricane hit landfall. Volunteers are lining up to go to the hard-hit areas and help with cleanup. Donations are being offered (water, food, medical supplies, money) given even by those who have little themselves. People are caring, they are praying, they are giving, they are helping, they are loving. There is no regard of color, race, religion. 

This beauty in the face of tragedy, this is my country.  

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