Red and Yellow, Black and White

I'm watching "The Kite Runner" right now. Oh God...It's planting a deep sorrow in my heart. This is such a moving story. Moving. When people say that, what they mean is, "it moved my emotions". I hope, though, that all the times I am moved in my spirit, I would seek to know what my active response should be. Watching foreign films moves me. Something in me shifts, and I can't get the images out of my mind.

I am living a life that is unimaginable to some children. Children who know no different than a life of violence and war. Or those who were sold into slavery before they had a chance to learn how to read. I feel that the Lord has strategically placed my heart in differernt countries as I've read stories, watched news reports and foreign films, and even as I simply look at a map (which I can do for hours).

I've gotta get married soon so I can start adopting children. That's my active answer for now.

Ecuador.

Cambodia.

Southeast Asia.

Samoa.

Pakistan.

It's funny, but all my life I've been asked the question, "What are you?" many times and in many different variations. During one of my high school summers I went to cheer camp. While we were there one of the black girls came up to me and said, "So, we were wondering...are you black or are you white? You aint got a black nose, but your skin's black."

I think that maybe I can pass as many different ethnicities for a very specific reason.