Part of our problem with certainty—and with its opposite, uncertainty—may be the way we roughly parallel them with faith and doubt.
We are better witness to the world when we aren’t all the same in background, belief and behavior and yet we still live into the call to love God and love others together as the church.
What if the problem of racism is not primarily a problem between different groups of people? What if it isn’t primarily about white people and black people? What if racism is not about one group versus another, but rather about all people versus the effects of sin?
It hurts to be invisible, it hurts to be in silence. But despite the fact that this is no longer my reality, I can still claim that it is hard to be a minority. It is hard to be away from home. It is not easy being an international student.
"Thanksgiving turkeys, Super Bowl, Pop Tarts, a garbage disposal unit (a.k.a. sink shredders), and even donut runs; these are some of the things I never knew existed before coming to the United States for college." The testimony of a college student from South Korea.
SpokenWord poetry reflecting on experiences of being a racial minority as a college student.