Racial Clarity

Race can often be a touchy subject, but as a biracial person, I often feel like I have a certain level of immunity when it comes to this subject. I don’t, in truth. If anything, I probably have more responsibility than the average person to handle this subject well.


(Good thing pressure generally just makes me more stubborn.)

Do I look Asian or Caucasian to you? Your answer may have something to do with your own context. (Often Asians say white, and Caucasians say Asian.) I get a wide range of answers, but the one I most like to hear is “half-Asian” (because that’s what I am!)

Today, I don’t have a long, deep thesis about race to share with you. I just want to say that colors are beautiful, and there’s nothing wrong with acknowledging our differences. As my young sister (adopted from Guatemala) seems to already have learned:

(My sister is gray. I’m blue.)

Other than entertaining me for that morning (her night is my morning), my sister’s message made me glad that she’s growing up in an era where dolls, emoticons, and storybooks are racially diverse. It makes a difference being able to do a virtual high five with a hand that is actually your skin color. It really does.



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Elizabeth holds to simple faith in a complex world. She values the beauty of the everyday and strives for vulnerability with other imperfect humans. She is constantly learning, laughing, and finding herself in awe of grace. Elizabeth is currently finishing up her MDiv at Fuller Theological Seminary and serving on staff at a church in downtown LA.

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