
Race @ MindSay 
I have been seeing so much about race right now. I am getting tired of hearing it. I thought that we were a country (most of us anyways) who saw past the color of skin. I thought that was the battle that was almost dead?
It seems as though people of all races cannot get over the race card! Seriously people... Come on!!
That was and is still Jesus' greatest command... LOVE THY NEIGHBOR! He didn't just mean the other white guy that lives next door to you, or your fellow citizens in the black communities...not even did it mean just to love your family!! Jesus said that even a tax collector can do that!! If it is easy, expect everyone to do it. If it brings a challenge expect few to even try.
The sad part is that it is so easy to love people of every race, religion and creed. It isn't hard to see beneath their beliefs and differences because it is so easy to that we are all human, which means we all have hearts and blood, feelings and emotions, brothers and/or sisters, moms and dads.
We must try harder to see beyond race. We must try to be the smaller percentage who are travelling the path that is not well worn.
God's peace to you all.
from this story
Silence. It's so loud in your ears that you're deafened by it, and you can't tell.
I'm running. Seven other girls arranged on their own paths, beside the one I've been placed upon. I can feel the tension in me, the heart that tries to leap from my chest, the air drawn in with so much force - a storm in my throat. I see their mouths moving, the girl who drops her nachos, the kid toying with the football, the parents and other teams standing, praising us, making demands of us that we would demand of them. We see, but we do not hear. We feel, but we do not hear. We are deafened by silence. Distantly we feel the surface beneath us, distantly do we feel our pain, but silence rushes by us, around us, letting nothing touch us. Our race is virtual reality on mute.
I fall, and crash, sliding and burning to a stop after the finish line. Second in my heat isn't enough to place, but neither the pain nor the award concern me. I can hear again. With the friction bringing me to a stop, or perhaps as early as the loss of control, I dropped out of the dream. Now shock of feeling air rush back into my lungs, feeling my heart again, hearing all that's going on, really seeing anything that isn't a white line, blocks out the pain of bits of rubber gravel embedded in my knees, my hand, my arm. I'll be smudged for the rest of the day, but the world is real again.
Silence deafens you. You can hear silence. Does silence occur when sound leaves, or does it force sound away?
But if it's something you can hear, it's something you can feel. And thus, something you can dance to, play the accompaniment to, harmonize with.
I think I should like to see the score for silence.
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