“Don’t put that nickel in your mouth. Some n*gg*r may have touched it.”
Not exactly what you’d expect to hear from a teacher, but it is my earliest remembrance of Sunday School. Throughout the years, I’ve learned that most people struggle with racism—even Christians.
I know I do.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t consider myself a bigot, but there are times I prejudge people too.
Take the time Susan and I drove through Los Angeles after spending four days on a cruise ship. It was right after the Rodney King riots of 1992. The bustling “City of Angels” looked like a ghost town. People locked their doors and stayed at home. No one was on the freeways.
I was very conscious of the color of people’s skin as I drove through town. I couldn’t wait to get home to “my people.”
I was scared.
Even good Christian men and women struggle with prejudice. Simon Peter did. But after God dealt with him, he said: “I see very clearly that God doesn’t show partiality.  In every nation he acc…