I am not searching for myself. I certainly will not find her in a crayon box. I did not wait my entire life to discover that I am a color. The creation narrative recorded in Genesis is much more meaningful, spiritual and tells me that God breathed into the first human being and he became a living soul (Genesis 2.7; First Corinthians 15.45, emphasis added). Besides that, the gospel says Jesus came to save sinners, to save souls– not my skin.
So, if you and I are still talking about our skin and its social coloring, then we have quite literally only scratched at the surface of what it means to be a human being. Johannes Baptist Metz is a great teacher of human being. He writes of the work of becoming one in Poverty of Spirit. Metz says,
“Becoming a human being involves more than conception and birth. It is a mandate and a mission, a command and a decision. We each have an open- ended relationship to ourselves. We do not possess our being unchallenged; we cannot take our being for granted as God does. … Being is entrusted to us as a summons, which we are each to accept and consciously acknowledge.”
Consequently, when we talk about our humanity racially, I wonder what we are really talking about. Do we even know what we are saying? Not fully understanding the real task as outlined by Metz, we instead engage in this busy work of the flesh. It comes to nothing and in the end, we will not be graded on our skin.
The words of race are useless, empty, adding nothing to our humanity. It is not the test for true humanity, the answer to our lingering questions on identity or the way to becoming human. Instead, we must look to Christ’s teachings, his journey and hands for that. Hands on a cross, we have to pick up our own and deny ourself in order to follow him(Matthew 16.24-26). Talking about race does not even get us remotely close to him or our selves.