From the Blog of TravisAgnew.org.
Originally posted August 9, 2010
I don’t know how to say this in a politically correct way, so I’ll just say it how I see it: I forget my son is black until we are in public.
I’m not exaggerating. I’m not trying to be spiritual. It’s just the way it is. When I go home at 5:00 today, I will have two boys run to the door to give my hugs and kisses. When I see them, all I see is my two sons. I don’t see one as black, one as white. I don’t see one as adopted, one as biological. They are simply my sons. It is amazing how God works in your heart.
I see it that way. But not everyone else does. It’s interesting to me. I will get the boys out of their car seats, and we will walk into a restaurant and all of a sudden the stares of other people remind me: your family is different. And then I remember.
The stares are different. Not all stares mean the same thing.
I only concern myself with certain stares. I am concerned with the stares from my boys. When they stare at me, they see their daddy. Not their white daddy, I am simply their daddy. I want my wife to stare at me with trusting eyes. I want my Father to stare at me and see a servant with whom He is pleased.
And at the end of the day, that’s all that really matters.
Originally posted August 9, 2010
I don’t know how to say this in a politically correct way, so I’ll just say it how I see it: I forget my son is black until we are in public.
I’m not exaggerating. I’m not trying to be spiritual. It’s just the way it is. When I go home at 5:00 today, I will have two boys run to the door to give my hugs and kisses. When I see them, all I see is my two sons. I don’t see one as black, one as white. I don’t see one as adopted, one as biological. They are simply my sons. It is amazing how God works in your heart.
I see it that way. But not everyone else does. It’s interesting to me. I will get the boys out of their car seats, and we will walk into a restaurant and all of a sudden the stares of other people remind me: your family is different. And then I remember.
The stares are different. Not all stares mean the same thing.
- The Confused Stare – “Maybe these boys are just friends, but they are wearing the same clothes. How can this be?”
- The Disapproving Stare – “That just ain’t right” (these stares come from people regardless of race – you might be surprised).
- The Blank Stare – “Huh? Why is that white man holding that black child’s hand?”
- The Accepting Stare – “I don’t know how this happened or your story, but I think that is right on.”
I only concern myself with certain stares. I am concerned with the stares from my boys. When they stare at me, they see their daddy. Not their white daddy, I am simply their daddy. I want my wife to stare at me with trusting eyes. I want my Father to stare at me and see a servant with whom He is pleased.
And at the end of the day, that’s all that really matters.