Over the past months leading up to this coming Tuesday and the election, I have seen the relationships between families and friends damaged or even destroyed over politics. A few months ago I posted something on Facebook that caused quite a stir amongst some friends (and readers who don’t even know me) and one person even asked for her name to be removed from my distribution list; and then more backlash occurred after my last two blogs. Let me tell you it really hurts to be called a racist! I was brought up in a home where race was rarely discussed (maybe because we were too busy working the land, milking the cows, feeding the chickens, ducks, pigs, and lambs and riding the horses)! But I remember one year for Christmas my mom gave me a doll that was black. I don’t know what motivated her, but I do know I cared for that little dolly just like the others. I like to think that Mom was telling me in her own way that we are all God’s children and color doesn’t matter. I remember singing in our little country church the words “Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world, red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in his sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world.” I remember thinking as a little girl that I had never seen a red child or a yellow child. My first encounter with a black child was about age ten. I had no concept of a yellow person or a red person! Perhaps that’s one of the joys of being raised on a small farm in Minnesota! Years later my family talked a little more about our heritage, and as I have shared before, I am at least 1/8 Native American, a redskin, a Lakota Sioux. Also have some Susquehanna Indian blood mixed in with the Irish, English, Danish and German (and who knows what else). What a crazy mixture! My skin is lily white, but I don’t have any control over that, nor do I feel a need to apologize for it or for so called white privilege. I’m proud of my Native American heritage, and I’m happy that today I still believe in in my heart the words to the above referenced song. For anyone who thinks that I’m a racist, I wish you had been there when we had a young pregnant Choctow Indian living in our home when she had no place else to go after a limited 30 day stay at Salvation Army. She came to us through the Crisis Pregnancy Center; and because we are pro-life we desired to do more than just “talk the talk”. We were also blessed to have a young woman of Indian heritage (from the country of India) with her 3 year old daughter live with us when she was attempting to distance herself from a life of crime and immorality. These young women were with us at different times and each stayed about 5-6 months. I share this with you NOT to lift Jerry and me up BUT TO LIFT UP THE NAME OF GOD who put the love in our hearts to serve Him just as He has hopefully accomplished in all of you! If I am a racist, I hope God reveals it to me and corrects me. May He keep all of us CONFIDENT but HUMBLE! Last week I had my photo taken with a lovely young woman whose skin happens to be black. We thought about posting the photo but it would likely come across as self-serving and might even make me look like a racist trying to make an effort at some kind of redemption. Sadly, we are living in times where criticism abounds. We often hear it said “no good deed goes unpunished.” I have seriously done my best to choose my words carefully, but I am prepared for criticism. Hopefully God will give me the grace to remember the words from Proverbs 15:1 “A soft answer turns away wrath but grievous words stir up anger.” May you have a blessed day and no matter what happens on Tuesday or the days following, please hold on tight to faith and hope!