When I encounter someone with whom I do not have an easy affinity, someone different from me by virtue of age or religion or economics or ability, I want to remember what we hold in common, that we both bear the image of God, the image of love. That reminder doesn’t change our differences or eliminate the markers of our respective identities. It doesn’t make me “color-blind.” Rather, it opens me up to the possibility that in this human being who is different from me, I can see and learn and grow and receive and give back to the love that fuels our existence.
— Amy Julia Becker, *White Picket Fences*, 140.

Comment