Esther 3:5 – 6 “When Haman saw that Mordecai would not kneel down or pay him honor, he was enraged. Yet having learned who Mordecai’s people were, he scorned the idea of killing only Mordecai. Instead Haman looked for a way to destroy all Mordecai’s people, the Jews, throughout the whole kingdom of Xerxes.”
I can remember my grandmother, sitting on her front porch in her rocking chair and watching all the little boy cousins torment all the little girl cousins. She laughed and muttered, “Some things never change.” How right she was! Boys will always be boys, girls will always be girls, and human nature will forever stay the same.
More than 400 years before Christ was born, Haman exhibited racial discrimination. And he wasn’t the first to do so, either. From our earliest recorded history, we have evidence of this group of people hating that group of people simply because of the color of their skin.
Nearly 2,500 years after Haman and Mordecai’s scene played out, Martin Luther King gave a speech. In it, he said, “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”
Why did Haman decide to kill all the Jews simply because he was angry at Mordecai? Why do any of us decide that we don’t like one group of people or another, based on their skin color or their religion or their family background or their economic status? It’s about the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. But we have all been guilty of it, in one form or another. Every single one of us.
For me, it is a certain store I refuse to shop at. I was there once, and the clerk was rude to me. So I simply won’t shop at that store any more, even though I know that the store is a reputable one. I have let one person’s actions control my attitude about an entire chain of businesses. Pretty dumb, huh?
I’m so glad God judges us individually, by our hearts. I’m not Jewish. I’m not one of His chosen people, based on race. But He loves me! He has accepted me as His very own child, adopted me into His family, not based on my skin color, but based on the fact that I wanted to be His child. He loved me first, I loved Him back, and that was that. I’m one of His.
My daughter and her best friend are two peas in a pod. They laugh at the same things, act silly in the same ways. Both enjoy dressing up, fixing one another’s hair, and reading books. Both are kind and compassionate. If we could see their spirits lined up side by side, I feel positive we would see identical twins. But my daughter is white. Her best friend is black.
I am so glad that these two girls have become friends, for their lives are certainly richer for the friendship. When we write people off because of external factors, we rob ourselves of valuable relationships. I want to be like my daughter and her friend. I want to be like God, who looks not at our outward features, but who looks at our hearts.
Dear Father, Please forgive me for grouping people together, and judging them on things that aren’t important. Forgive me for judging people at all. Please help me to see others through Your eyes.