When speaking on the topics of race and color, we find that a vast interpretation is not from the proficiency of God. People fabricate according to the human perspective and not from the transcendence of God, resulting in a massive divide among men.
For centuries we have witnessed hate, slavery, supremacy, and ethnic intolerance between colors and lineages, but rarely do people speak the truth that ethnicity is based on culture and not skin tone. Let God use me to share His love and satan’s plan to cause diabolical hatred and division.
Unbeknownst to people, we are the targets of the demonic realm that hates us more than people hate each other. Recall the teachings of Apostle Paul on demonic authorities that troll the earth.
Ephesians 6:12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.
John 10:10 “The thief (satan) comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I (Jesus) have come that they may have life, and have it to the fullest.”
In two straightforward verses, God explains things go more profound reasoning than what is superficial and worldly, more importantly, dismissed. The answers to the question, “why do we hate,” are tucked neatly within the Gospel scriptures. Father says to dig deeper, so let’s visit the text to see what the Prince of Peace sees us when He looks out over His creation.
John 14:27 “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
Ephesians 2:14-15 For He (Jesus) himself is our peace, who has made us both one and has broken down in his flesh the dividing wall of hostility.” “And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Guarding your heart is essential and changing our thinking comes through Christ. Why do we love, and why do other people hate? In a world filled with indifference, animosity, and scathing hatred, why are Christ’s followers obligated to share the truth?
In 1 John 4:19, John says, “We love because he (Jesus) first loved us.” In John 3:16, “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.”
John 15:9-17 As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.
“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.”
1 John 2:9, “Anyone who claims to be in the light but hates a brother or sister is still in the darkness.
Now, I realize that some of my readers may have never heard this before. Maybe you don’t even believe in God, and this is your first time listening and out of sorts. I am going to walk you through it. Please be patient and listen with an open heart so you receive God’s goodness. Let’s say a short prayer.
“Father, please reveal all creation through your eyes, and withdraw from my disbelief and a foul heart; purify my heart and renew my spirit so I can change, in Jesus’ Name. Amen”
Jesus fills our empty places and heals our injuries. Straightening out the kinks and meets us where we are. Let me share a vision God gave me in a short exercise so you see the Father’s idea of color and creation through His eyes. To do this, you will have to read the whole instruction and then do it. Or ask someone to read it to you so you can participate.
Here we go, “The Vision.”
First, close your eyes and envision yourself in a giant field—a lovely green landscape cascading over a lush pasture of green grass with rolling hills and vibrant flowers of all colors and kinds beneath the trees.
Now, imagine yourself sitting under one of those trees—a mighty oak. Powerful in its presence while the sun beats down on your face. You feel content with your life and identity when suddenly, a gentle breeze brushes your cheek, and you feel alive in God’s presence.
You can hear the crickets chirping and birds singing of the glory of God’s Grace. You feel safe and secure in this space, allowing the breeze to wash over you like a warm blanket fresh from the clothesline.
Ahhh, take a moment to that, Jesus, life, isn’t life beautiful?
Now imagine a large group of people. A person of every kind walking across the landscape. You feel amazed at what you see because vast walks of life surround you, and again, you feel the warmth and Divine artistry of God’s people. Notice each is unique, and as far as the eye can see, no two look the same. There are people of every color, ebony, brown, beige, and tan, and all the shades are magnificent.
Notice how the sunshine glimmers differently on each of their faces, and you feel overwhelmed with joy and amazement at their differences while observing that they can walk the same. See how each profile has a different body, yet their sizes and shapes seem to fit uniformly. Some are round, and others are thin. At the same time, many are tall and even more, short in stature.
You discover yourself grinning from ear to ear at how nicely they blend, and your heart is full to see them laugh and smile; and while they sound different, their languages differ, you understand everything each of them is saying. You are amazed at what you’re watching.
But then, suddenly and out of nowhere, you notice. There are men and women without an arm or a leg; some have a deformity on their faces, some people are dressed in suits, and others are covered in rags—you see people in turbans, kilts, and dresses. You think about each country and continent they originate from, yet together, they are all beautiful. You feel proud, and your heart Spings to life repeatedly while you marvel at the diversity you are witnessing, and you are ravished with joy, not because of the clothes they are wearing but because of the color of their faces–the beauty of the people. You feel gravity weighing in because you understand that each one is made uniquely and your heart, it skips a beat.
Now, imagine seeing those same people, but this time. They have the faces of your children. You see your sons and daughters, their heads atop each of the bodies of color, and size and you feel more love than before. You feel unconditional bliss with admiration for each of them. Your heart is ready burst and you hold out your arms to welcome them.
Yet some turn away, and others act as if they don’t see or hear you, but the ones wearing rags are running to you, crying out ABBA FATHER, longing for relief from the world. You desire to be with them all, but only a few respond. Desperately you call out to embrace them in love for eternity. You never want to let them go. Allow yourself to feel the bitter tenderness of this moment. Like a mother and father loves their children. Let it overwhelm you.
Now—open your eyes. You just witnessed creation from the eyes of God. This is what Jesus sees when He looks at you and me. Jesus is calling g us to love.
Samuel 16:7 But the Lord said, “Do not look at his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.”
John 10:10, ESV: The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.
Psalms 51 Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit. Then will I teach transgressors (sinners) thy ways; and sinners shall be converted unto thee.(into the likeness of God)
Job 33:14 Why do you complain to Him that He answers nothing a man asks? For God speaks in one way and in another, yet no one notices. 1.15In a dream, in a vision in the night, when deep sleep falls upon men as they slumber on their beds.
Blessings, Sister Christine
C. Brejcha ©️