A long way from home...

After church today I finally went on a prayer walk. I have been wanting to but either it is raining or dark by the time I get home. As I was walking leisurely through the neighborhood I got honked at a couple of times, offered rides, and stared at. The comment that prompted me to write about was a man rolled down his window to say, ¨You a long way from home.¨ Yes, it wasn´t a question it was a statement. It is still so shocking to me that after we have come so far as a nation in regards to racism we still are segregated in our schools aka lunch tables, neighborhoods, and churches.

I understand that as humans we tend to stick with those that are like us in regards to race, religion, political views, sexual orientation, age, etc. It just continues to break my heart that there is so much division in our city. It prompts me to ask, Why is there so much division? It also breaks my heart that I stick out so much. Not because it makes me feel uncomfortable but because ¨my kind¨is rare in this area. I even find myself do a double take when I see another white person walking around and wonder why they are here.