You know that super cheesy song from the early 90s?
"Take a pinch of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of red indian boy
Oh like a curly latin kinkies
Oh lordy, lordy, mixed with yellow chinkees, yeah
You know you lump it all together
And you got a recipe for a get along scene
Oh what a beautiful dream
If it could only come true, you know, you know
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough enough enough to take
The world and all its got
And keep it stirring for
A hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score"
Slightly racist sounding to us nowadays but this is me. It seems it is anyway.
I don't know when I started noticing it but it's a truth nonetheless. I can sit next to just about anyone and have a good conversation. I have been told I am so rock, so pop, so punk, such a black girl, such a Maori girl, so much younger/older than my real age. Is this a gift? I think so. Though relatively misunderstood most of the time. My parties are a nightmare cos either I have too many people turning up or not many. Also I have friends from all over the globe and all walks of life. It has come to my attention that the way I experience the world would be different to those who are very ingrained in their culture. Something I am a little envious about. I have walked up to Maori boys twice my height and size and told them where to go and they obey, however many others would have got knifed or beaten. I wonder what the experience of being part of one culture is like? Yes you get conflict and mistrust, and I still do sometimes, but what is it like to belong to one thing deeply?
This is what God told me about it tonight.
He said I am in a culture. I am in His Kingdom Culture. I embrace all creation with open arms and do not stop to think about consequences that is why I blend. This goes to all those people out there that are like me. The ones that feel that maybe you have too many sides to you, to many ways that you change to much around differing people. That is a lie, that is your gift. You will influence the Earth with Love. You will be able to speak the language of many, maybe not the spoken kind but the heart song. You will reach out to the misunderstood and lonely, not thinking twice about how they will take it. You carry so much culture that the culture of those around you changes, those who may dishonour, feel the need to honour. Those who may be unkind find their way of showing kindness, those who felt lost will feel accepted. This is the Culture of Heaven and this is how we invade this piece of Earth. Is it not a potent way to love your neighbour? To care enough to understand them? To sit with the homeless and listen to their stories, feed the hungry hearts with words of affirmation and their stomachs with food. To try out the passions of those who feel unseen. To eat at the table of those who need trust.
These are the late night ponderings of a girl who is "white", but feels so much more than the box that is labeled a colour.
