“…as it is written, ‘I have made you the father of many nations’)– in the presence of the God in whom he believed, who gives life to the dead and calls into existence the things that do not exist.” ~ Romans 4.17, NRSV

Paul is writing about Abraham, the father of our faith and likewise, the ability of our Father, God who “calls into existence the things that do not exist.”  As a child of God, I do believe that I have this same ability.

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There are days when I feel trapped in the ordinary, stuck chasing persons who talk, think and travel in circles and packs of the predictable, who have the same problems and resolve at the same conclusions every single time.  I point to a new path; they point to the crowd.  “Every one is going this way.  Why can’t you just follow history?  Why can’t you be who we have always been.”

It is because I have a vision of a race-less humanity.  I can feel the potential of our extraordinary being.  We are more than flesh; we are spirit.

I recognize that I am caught in the mundane but the mysterious is in sight.  I am inching closer to my true self with every declaration of race-lessness.  A race- less life is a Christ- filled life.

And in the same manner, I am moving close to the Eternal God though time often interjects.  The clock’s hands get in the way of this timeless, boundary-free existence.  They point to the past too, making connections that string me along until I see the pattern, the cycle… the circles.

I can’t walk that way.  Though my flesh attempts to ground me, my spirit soars.

And I have better words than race for my humanity, my being and belonging.  I have bigger words than its systems of hatred and rejection, of lawlessness and fear.  I have the omnipresent Word that cannot be segregated or divided, colored in or categorized.

God is the Word unspoken, self- existent and self- evident.  Made in God’s image, I cannot be what race suggests.  The word is simply too small.  There is not enough room for me there; I cannot conform.

So, I build the place my soul can inhabit.  Sight unseen, I call it into existence now.  Post- racial.