I live in a time of civil unrest that flows in waves of social media. Some days, the whole world knows of one town, one person, and then the next, it vanishes in the eyes of the next new crashing wave of fashion, sports, foods, or TikTok trends. In my last 10 years, Iâve experienced racism for being brown, (Iâm not Black, so itâs not as severe as the torture and hate our lovely darker skinned brothers and sisters have and are experiencing) but I have learned to open my worldview for how everything is interpreted. That includes the Bible. I opened mine today. I wanted it to be for me. To read Godâs Words as if He were speaking to me too. I live and grown up in a predominantly white town, with Churches from the Latter Day Saints to evangelical, and once, Catholic. Every post, every play, every display, every congregation, there wasnât much diversity. The last 10 years, learning geography and culture and societies of the Asian and African Continents, I reshaped how Jesus has been portrayed to me all these years. The ways He and God Himself have been reshaped to fit a only a certain society, and ONLY that society. So as I was reading, literally two sentences in, I became frustrated with the way the Words created scenes in my head. No diversity. No one that could look me, the people Paul is talking to. Why did the story of the King of all Kings become so whitewashed?
