Friendship Has No Color

Friendship Has No Color

Then Peter began to speak:

“I now realize how true it is that God does not show favoritism,

but accepts men from every nation who fear him and do what is right.”

Acts 10:34-35

“See ya tomorrow, Michael.” Joshua dropped the red and yellow football in the grass and hopped on his bike to head home.

“I’m so glad I wasn’t born in the 1950s,” Michael said to his dad as he picked up the football.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, in social studies, Mrs. Logan said if I were a kid in the 50s, Joshua wouldn’t be my friend. We couldn’t play on the same football team, and we wouldn’t even be able to go to the same school.”

Michael’s dad went out for a long pass. “Not allowing kids to go to the same school just because of their color sounds crazy, doesn’t it?   Especially when we realize God made everyone, not just the people who look like us.”

Michael dove for the ball when his dad threw it back to him. “Yeah. You know how this football is my favorite because of its good grip, but it’s a different color than the ones we use in our games? What if I decided not to use it just because it doesn’t look like the game balls? I’d be missing out on my favorite backyard ball for a silly reason. Just like if I wasn’t Joshua’s friend just because he doesn’t look like me. I’d be missing out on my best friend for a silly reason too.”

Kim Harms lives in Huxley, Iowa with her husband and three rambunctious sons.  Her living room doubles as a wrestling arena.  Her garage is filled with weapons made of sticks. And her knowledge of professional football far exceeds that of the average woman.

 

 

 

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