Off To The Races

Off To The Races

Genessis 1:27 “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.”

James 3:7 “For every kind of beasts, and of birds, and of serpents, and of things in the sea, is tamed, and hath been tamed of mankind:”

     "Race is a social construct used to group people.   Race was constructed as a hierarchal human-grouping system, generating racial classifications to identify, distinguish and marginalize some groups across nations, regions and the world."

     Why does this term get under my skin?  Perhaps because I am known as white, not Hispanic.  Seems silly and very divisive.  To think of oneself first into a racial category, before the whole, can get a mind off track.  “I’m African American.  I’m native American.  I’m Asian American.  And so on.”

     How about these six categories: Caucasoid, Negroid, Mongoloid, Asiatic sub group, Pacific Island and Australian, Amerindians, and Eskimos?  Kinda takes the flare off the label.  To surrender Asian American for Mongoloid takes some humility.  On my tax form I could gladly check Caucasoid.  Whoo wee!

     God created us all as Mankind.  We are different than animals and He makes that point.  Furthermore, He does not call us human.

     Human: of the nature of the human race; that is a human, or consists of human beings, belonging to the species Homo sapiens or other (extinct) species of the genus Homo.

     This gets confusing.  Man wants to categorize man, but he sees blood ties back to the animal kingdom.  Somewhere in the mix I have become a European American of Anglo descent, maybe known as a White, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant or WASP.  I am a Homo erectus bragging to be a Homo sapiens proudly distancing myself from my grandfather ape.

     What if I think of myself first as a man?  It is there do I fit into Mankind.  I see every man as my brother.  I understand every woman to be my sister.  We all descended from a common ancestor.

     I prefer the term Mankind.  We are all united under one God.

  

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