Diversity: Could it be more wonderful? :)

"I once wrote a poem in which I called us Latinas 'God's brown daughters.' This poem is really a prayer of sorts, offered upward, but also, through the human-to-human channel of art, outward. It is a prayer for communication, and for respect. In it, Latin women pray 'in Spanish to an Anglo God/with a Jewish heritage,' and they are 'fervently hoping/that if not omnipotent/at least He be bilingual.'" -Judith Ortiz Cofer

Such powerful words to think about. The piece this came from is called The Myth of a Latin Woman. She talks about where the "culture clash" between Whites (Americans) and the perception of Latin Women came from. It's very convicting and thought provoking. But the last sentence especially reminded me of India. I've been thinking about it a lot again today. Just thinking about how God understands every word we say to him, no matter what language, even if we can't even get words out, he knows what we are trying to say. My favorite part of India was hearing everyone shout "Halle-lujah!" because it reminded me that no matter how different we were as believers, we all worshiped Jesus Christ and that's something we all understood.

Father, give me the eyes of a sister. As I look at the lives and hearts of my friends and peers, show me that we are related. We are all your children. I should treat them as if they were my blood family. I think that will help me to be more authentic and confident in my identity as your child. I am not just a princess, I am a daughter of the King. :)

One thing I love about my school is how culturally diverse and accepting it is. For such a small school, we have quite a large population of Indians, East Asians, Anglos, African Americans, etc. And the great part is that everyone is extremely different. We may not fully understand each other but we're all friends and we still love each other.

Haha now that I've rambled on and on.....again....I encourage you to read what I just did: "The Myth of a Latin Woman" by Judith Ortiz Cofer and "How it Feels to be Colored Me" by Zora Neale Hurston