When I first heard the word racism as a child I thought it referred to people who liked to run alot, perhaps more than was good for them. After much contemplation in my 6 year old mind I began to realize that some people didn't like other people because of their colour. Now I was totally CONFUSED, because as most children, I had a big box of crayons and it was always a delight to get a new box with even MORE colours!! A favourite activity was to draw one colour over the other to see what "new" colour could be created. Why would ANYONE want LESS colours? To me that just meant less fun!
I learned right there and then that adults didn't always make sense and if I needed to know the truth about something it was best just to feel it in my own heart. Or go colour. To honour each and every living being the way our Creator made them is DIVINE. And Fun!
I learned right there and then that adults didn't always make sense and if I needed to know the truth about something it was best just to feel it in my own heart. Or go colour. To honour each and every living being the way our Creator made them is DIVINE. And Fun!
