I watched the musical “Hair
Spray” the other day. It was written for the 1960’s but it easily applies to
the state of our culture today. And it makes me nuts.
As a child growing up on a
large farm we regularly had people stay and help put up the tobacco or harvest
the tomatoes. Dad had a buddy of his come out often to help out. He was
Africa-American. I loved Charlie. He was a kind man with a wonderful laugh and
he loved working out in the fields with Dad.
My parents taught me to
look through the eyes of love and see everyone in the same image: the image of
God. I was to respect them and be thankful for their presence. I remember one
particular summer day walking in to the kitchen to find a family member busy
washing the dishes while Mom peeled tomatoes in preparation for canning them. As
she washed the dishes I noticed she put one plate, one cup, and one fork in a
pot on the stove. After I walked over to look down in to the boiling water
covering the plate, cup and fork I was confused. I looked at her washing other
dishes in the sink other than the dishes in the boiling water. When I
questioned why she was doing that she told me it was just to be sure and
sanitize them.
That wasn’t enough for me.
I needed to know “why” – why could she clean all the other dishes one way but
this simple plate, cup and glass had to be sanitized. She blushed and mumbled
something about that’s what she needed to do to ensure all the germs were gone.
I was so angry. I didn’t have to ask – I knew it was the plate, cup and fork
Charlie had used.
What made him so
different?
Why was he so much dirtier
than the rest of us?
I was nine-years-old at
the time and it was my first painful introduction that we are NOT all treated
equal or considered equal. Though still a child and enjoying doing child-like
things, a part of me grew painfully fast that day. I have never forgotten it.
In the musical Hairspray Penny Pingleton is a darling
white teenager who falls for Seeweed J. Stubs an African-American who is not
only gorgeous but intelligent. Queen Latifah plays the role of Motomouth
Maybelle, also Seeweed’s mom. When she realizes her son and this cute white
girl are falling for each other she crosses her arms, shakes her head and tells
them. Love is a gift. A lot of people
don’t remember that. So you two better brace yourselves for a whole lot of ugly
coming at ya’ from a never ending parade of stupid.”
It seems we have an
epidemic of stupid going on out there ------ and it is growing.
Here’s what is weighing
heavily on my heart today: what can I do to make a difference? How can I participate
in a positive avenue of change?
I don’t have the answers.
I know this much – it is 2:00 in the morning and I can’t sleep as all this
weighs heavily on my mind and my heart. How do I be an instrument of change?
How can I join with others to spread a message of love and equality rather than
one of distrust and anger?
Until I receive some great
vision I will continue to treat my neighbor the way I desire to be treated:
with respect and dignity, with love and grace.
Enjoying the Journey,
Debra
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on
your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your
path straight.
Proverbs
3:5-6
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