Harry Whitt on the Journey with Jesus
I was watching a news show this past week, when the host and a guest briefly debated about the color of Jesus. WHO CARES! So what, does it really matter if Jesus is black, white, brown, red, or yellow?!
Continue reading “What Color Is Jesus? Who Cares!!”My daddy was born in 1914 in the ridges of Northeast Alabama. He was deserted by his father when he was a school-age boy and “raised” by his single mother in the midst of the Great Depression. He was raised dirt-poor.
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The first half of 2020 seems to many like the beginning of the Seven Years of Tribulation. It is not, but a year for the record books for sure. How do we keep our sanity and soul in times of trouble???
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In America, it seems we have one big problem and then another. Right in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic, we have major unrest in our city streets which began with the death of George Floyd under the knee of a policeman. Peaceful legal protest began and then groups and individuals escalated the situation into riots and looting. All of it is heart-breaking. Jesus told us to love our neighbor; this is what I always strive to do by God’s grace. The only antidote for hate is love, not more hate.
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In 1964, I was a fourth grader in an all-white elementary school in Alabama when we had two African American girls become part of our class as desegregation reached our little school. I was a big-eyed nine year old wondering what to make of it all.
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Jesus Is My Joy
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It is amazing how two people can see the same thing but have a different interpretation of what they experienced. So much of our lives is determined by our perspective. Many people are limited by their perspective. Perspective often determines victory or defeat.
Many people have a wrong perspective of leaders. In the extreme, some tend to either place them on a pedestal or despise them. Hopefully, most of us view them with some normalcy, as people with a tough job who are trying to do their best despite their own weaknesses. But how do ordinary people do extraordinary things?
I have been a kid and I think I was a funny kid. I am a father with two grown children and my kids had some funny moments that we still laugh about as a family. Each of us have retold the stories from our own perspective and we all laugh again. Now I am a grandfather of five ranging in age from about sixteen months to almost thirteen years old. My grandchildren are especially funny–in a good way. We have lots of fun.
Do you have a friend who is always telling jokes, but he never laughs at anyone else’s jokes? Once you notice it, it becomes quite annoying. I am not advocating payback to the non-laugher, but for us to be considerate—to return the favor when we have been shown favor.
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