Terrie’s Story, Part 3
My dad called me the day before my meeting. He gave me some verses, prayed with me and reminded me to use the Bible. He’d say, “No one can argue with Scripture. Bible truths always win.” He gave me the verse in Acts 17:26a that says, “And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth.”And Romans 10:12 – “For there is no difference between the Jew and Greek: for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon him.”
“We are all under one blood. We are all related. We all come from one family. We are all descendants of Adam and Eve.” Wow, was I glad to hear that.
Verse after verse my dad shared with me to study and be prepared. I was ready for my meeting. I was confident in what God said in his word, in who I was in Christ, and in his love for me.
During the meeting with the president of the college, he talked and I listened. When it was my turn to talk, I just used scripture.
To My Surprise
He didn’t have one scripture to support his reasons for racism. He did have man made opinions adapted from the world, but nothing from God.
At the end of the meeting he said, “You’re right, I’m wrong, but I can’t do anything about it.” I hated to hear that, because there was so much he could’ve done about it.
He could’ve taken a stand against the sin of racism. The Bible says in James 4:17, “Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin.”
He had a platform where he could’ve been a voice to speak out against the sin of racism, but he chose not to use it.
If I could go back and change my college years, I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. I had several good friends who took a stand with me whom I’ll never forget. After many years, my “missing” college diploma was located and sent to me.
I sat under great leadership and great men who loved the Lord. And even though they were ignorant about race, it didn’t mean I couldn’t learn from them.
I learned from the best when it came to soul-winning, bus routes and youth.
I also learned a lot about myself and God.
I learned to depend solely upon him. I saw him work in my life and the lives of others. I learned how to love like Christ would want me to and put it into action; and I learned how to forgive.
Best of all, I met my husband there. I didn’t know that 16 years later, our paths would cross and we would get married and have a family. God is good!
No, I’m not bitter. I’m not angry or hurt. I tell my story because I’m thankful that God allowed me this experience. These trials have molded me into who I am today.
Romans 8:28 says, “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”
To think, I almost dropped out of the spiritual race all because of the stumbling block of racism being practiced in the Christian community.
I wonder how many others have – and will – if we don’t speak up.
My Reaction (from Rebekah)
When Terrie told me her story, I was ashamed to admit my lingering prejudice. Like I told her that day and in a post I wrote right after that visit, I used to be terribly racist – and proud of it.
As a bratty high school freshman, I’d sit with my buddies and swap those jokes. I’d always qualify it by saying, “Now I’m not talking about anybody I know. All the black friends I have are great people.” Everybody would roll their eyes and nod, encouraging me to skip the intro and get to the punch line.
What changed me? Jesus.
Only Jesus could open my eyes to the truth that He has made “of one blood all nations of men.” Only He could show me the stink in my soul so mercifully that I wouldn’t hesitate to beg Him to cleanse me.
With our country like a free-falling roller coaster on a greased slide to hell, we need God to hear from heaven, forgive our sin, and heal our land. This is one wicked way He won’t wink at forever.
Neither can we.