Linda and I are home. She's reading, and I'm watching Cleveland vs. Golden State.
Earlier today I saw the news story about the racist graffiti on Lebron James's home. Words fail to express how saddened and angry this made me.
My anger is what the Bible calls "righteous anger." It's righteous, because the person who did this is, obviously, not a follower of Jesus. You can't follow Jesus and be a racist.
Racism is evil, from the pit of hell, demonic. Racism is absolute darkness, and darkness has nothing to do with light.
"For God so loved the world..."
The world. All peoples. All races.
Racism is anti-God, anti-Christ. A racist is an antichrist. A racist is against Jesus. Anyone who claims to be a "Christian" and embraces racism is a wolf in sheep's clothing, a false prophet, possessed by a demon, ignorant of the Scriptures, or ignoring the Scriptures.
The real followers of Jesus understand this.
What color is God's skin? The question is nonsense, like "How long is blue?" God, being an immaterial Spirit, doesn't have skin.
When the skinless, colorless Word became flesh and dwelt among us, he inhabited skin darker than my Scandinavian flesh.