It seems that we are not satisfied with our humanity, that there is always a need to be something more than human, super human, a special set of humans. In our quest, we often attempt to reduce the value and visibility of others. Because we cannot be more human unless we make others less human. We get our power by taking theirs away. And there’s really nothing super or special about that.
Instead, it is an expression of pride and selfishness. It is childish to believe that we are the only ones that should be seen, that everyone else is in the way, that the whole earth is mine and I don’t have to share, that I am God’s only child.
It is a strange desire that we would want to be something more than those around us, that we would create categories of exclusion that would make us less common or ordinary. It is an awkward expression of our humanity: creating differences, hoarding the earth, making up problems, burning bridges, segregating ourselves, cheating some to enrich the lives of others. Still, we cannot get away from the truth that we are all the same.
For all of our attempts at creating differences and maintaining them, we are all obviously, plainly, nothing more than human. No matter what we attach to or associate with ourselves, Paul was right, “There is only one flesh for human beings” (First Corinthians 15.39). Despite the claims of the social construct of race, we are only human and always family.