What do we expect of an unjust system, an unfair practice that bases human value and purpose on the social coloring of skin? Why do we ask of skin, look to the surface to give our lives and the lives we live with others a deeper meaning? Why place such an expectation on race?
Why did we think that race could bring us together when it thrives on division, when it calls for separation and segregation? Race creates categories not circles.
There will be no hand- holding, no singing of “Kumbaya” here. God is not present in race.
How could it ever make us better when it casts members of our humanity as worse– based solely on looks, appearance, our sight instead of God’s vision? Why did we ever expect that race would make us see ourselves and others more clearly when it prescribes prejudice and stereotypes? Why did we give our eyes to it instead of keeping them fixes on Jesus?
What can we expect of race, this social construct that prizes and praises the flesh of some over others? Nothing. In the end, it will return to the earth just as our flesh. It will not rise with us so maybe we should lower our expectation of it.