Love that overlooks is belittling. Love that acknowledges is accepting.
I have two white children and one black child, and I am NOT colorblind.
Bottom line: love is not colorblind. In fact, God (who is love) is not colorblind.
Since we adopted Jamesy I cannot even count how many times people have talked about "how amazing" it is that our family is colorblind. We are not colorblind. I see my Jamesy's beautiful brown skin, and I see Cadi and Scotty's beautiful pale skin. God chose to make Jamesy brown, so why would I ever choose to ignore that?
If you want to read the post, click here. I would love to hear what you think, especially if you are married to someone of a different ethnicity or have an interracial {cringe} family.
Jim and I pray to raise Jamesy to be a strong, confident, black, Ethiopian American man of God. We pray, just as we pray for our other children, that he will be the greatest man of God in his whole generation, that God will take him to the ends of the earth for His glory. And amidst all of that we celebrate exactly how God made him, and the heritage that he was born into. We will never try to take the black out of him or Africa out of him (and this is where I differ from a man that I respect very much Dr. Russell Moore - author of Adopted for Life). But I stand firm on this.
Thank you Amie Sexton for saying what I was finding difficult to say.