Perhaps this post is timely in light of Martin Luther King Day this Monday? I went and saw an incredible movie last night called Hidden Figures. It recounts the true events of three African-American women who worked for NASA in the 1960s and beyond. Their contributions were monumental to the space flight program.
How they were treated as women and African-Americans was abysmal and material sufficient for many posts. However, today I’m pondering what it must be like to not be white when God is white?
Or is God really white? Or is He only white to white people? This is something I never have supposed, till now. Perhaps our Asian or African-American brothers and sisters don’t feel the slight of white because the God they worship and pray to is in their likeness?
Holy cow! I’m blowing my own mind right now! How I wish I had a more diverse circle of friends so I could ask them what they think about God. I want to know that if when they pray, their Father, Mother and/or Elder Brother are “black,” “white,” or “brown?”
I mean can you even imagine being an African-American or Native-American who is asked to worship a white male god when historically white man has been a bigot and egregious oppressor?
All of these thoughts from last night and this morning impelled me to do a quick google search to see what percentage of the world’s population is even white anyhow?
Did you know that of the 7.45 billion people living on planet Earth today (as of July 2016), two-thirds live in Asia with 2.5 billion living in China and India combined? I’m quite positive these peoples are not “white.” So how ego-centric of me–or us white people in general–to assume or believe that God is white. Or maybe it’s perfectly natural for me to assume the worship of a white God because I am white. If I were black or brown, however, biblical stories about cursings placed upon my peoples’ skin because of their sins would not be particularly comforting nor helpful.
I guess I could find solace in the science of skin pigmentation being a function of UV rays and equatorial living distance. Maybe knowing that skin color is really just a function of where you live and how much sun exposure your ancestors received over the ages would help non-white peoples worship a white God? Or perhaps it could help white people become comfortable worshipping a black God?
Or maybe no one even really cares and my point is moot? Because reality is, I’m a white woman that has been okay worshipping a white man for 38 years. Shouldn’t it bother me that we never speak of our Heavenly Mother? Deep down I just believe what I want to believe anyway so perhaps that is what our non-white brothers and sisters do too. I mean what someone else believes about God really shouldn’t be all that important to me, right?
I wonder why this is the first time I remember having these thoughts? Is it because I’ve never really much cared about the color of my brothers’ or sisters’ skin? Is that why I’ve never thought much about the color of God’s skin? Or is it because I’m white and I never had to reconcile the fact that I’m black or brown and God is white?
You know what’s a really cool thought? What if God is black? Or what if God is brown? Clearly I’m rambling now, but here is where I shall conclude. The color of my God’s skin doesn’t much matter to me. What matters most about the God(s) I worship is that they inspire me to be better. That they promote more love for my fellow man, and they give me reason to believe that I can one day become like them. For I believe, as did prophet theologian, Lorenzo Snow, that as man is, God once was, and as God is now, man may become.
To me that’s not blaspheme. It’s inspiring, eternal truth. You can read more about my thoughts surrounding the eternal destiny of man and woman in Our Eternal Destiny.
*Not sure how accurate this pie chart is, but I like how it provides a quick visual of just how small the white race is in comparison with all the peoples of the earth.