As I walked back from the restaurant, there was no temptation to enter any one of the multiple music establishments along the way. The primary reason was the color of my skin. I have white skin and the particular nationality of these establishments is dark. Even though I understand some of the language, enjoy the music, and on occasion watch a movie or two, I knew with experiential certainty that attempting to enter would not be a good thing! On one level, I was ok with it because I had little interest in stepping inside. Yet, it did bother me that I was barred because of an external fact that I did not choose and could not change.
There are so many things that exclude. Loyalty cards at certain coffee shops means I will pay a different price and occasionally be of the receiving end of inferior service. Membership cards by their nature control my entry to certain establishments. A trip to a motorcycle helmet store reminded me that even the way one talks impacts the way another responds. In this case, the conversation shifted once I established my credentials.
I imagine a world where I am accepted and safe, regardless of my religion and how I express it. Recent deaths of innocent mothers and children from the actions of bombers reminds me of how far we have to go to that dream.
I imagine a community where everyone is welcome to worship with another. Somewhere that reflected the call of the psalmist; “Let the sea and its fish give a round of applause, with everything living on earth joining in.” (Psalm 98.7) The barriers of language and unspoken unacceptance are far stronger than even the barred imagine.
I imagine myself, open and accepting of others exactly where and how s/he is. It is never about potential, possibilities, or even hope. It is always about the individual, their life and the unique stories to be heard and understood.
Yesterday’s doors can be tomorrow’s windows. Each is an opportunity to see, experience, and be a part of.
