My little sister was sitting on my lap
after we had finished eating and we were basically just there among everyone
else somewhat engaging in casual conversation. As we sat there she begin to
play with my hands though. At first I didn't pay much attention, but the more
she played with them the more she begin asking specifically for me to see what
she was doing. I begin to watch closely as she first placed her own hand palm
down next to mine. She then insisted that I repeat the motion, so I did. I
didn't quite understand what this new game was but I went along with it. Once I
too had placed my palm facing down next to hers she gave me my next task. She
flipped her own hand over facing palm up this time and again asked me to do the
same, so I did. We repeated this pattern a couple times until she stopped me
and made the motions of the game much more deliberate. We started at the
beginning with both our hands next to each other palms down. But this time she
made a point of pushing our hands together so they were touching and pointed at
her hand and then at mine. Then we went onto the next step like we had before,
both our hands palms up this time. She made sure our hands were touching again
and pointed at her palm and then at mine. She looked up at me and smiled. She
made me repeat the steps once more with the same touching and pointing to make
sure I understood her point and again looked up at me and smiled.
A five year old showed me a new
definition of what it means to be a child of God today. Through her playing
with my hands she had come to discover that the pigmentation of our palms was
the same. Race is a reality I have had to face at times since I arrived here,
but today my little sister gave me one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever
received. One that I will hold close and dear to my heart for the rest of my
life.
Peace
*written November 3rd
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