With regard to color and falling into love…actually I will quote the old adage that love and matters of the heart see no color or by that matter the heart doesn’t see monetary values or job status.
I met Ken on-line at a time when both of us were searching for that one person who could complete our lives. We had been in bad previous relationships and were carrying around with us lots of baggage. What we did have in common however was our love and trust in God and our beliefs in the promises of God.
When I met Ken in person in a small coffee shop I didn’t notice the color of his skin or that he was “off limits”. I noticed his spirit…his heart and most of all his sincerity. I grew to love this man and I really never considered the fact that he was black and I was white. It is a problem sometimes with other people and this is what surprises me the most.
Ken and I are a couple. We are married now and I do not know why it is that there would be anyone in this world, especially someone that did not even know us, who could dare to impose their opinion on our union. I wonder what exactly it is that they would be seeing that I do not see. How could any interracial couple be a threat to them????
You can read in Ken’s article on St Louis that before he and I went to St Louis we had gone to a small town in Michigan and in a coffee-shop were actually refused service by one of the waitresses there. I could not believe it.
Now it is that I notice the looks of disapproval by both races and I in my naive mind feel sad that here we are in 2008 with this nonsense continuing. I have done lots of research on this subject and have been unfortunately made very aware of the displeasure of others in seeing an interracial couple.
My father talked to me once of being a Native American living in a home with a German Stepfather that did not and would not recognize his stepsons heritage. My father would talk of being made to feel less than his siblings along with the other children solely based on his race. I did not believe him at that time many years ago and dismissed anything he said about that subject. It is now being married to a black man that I am reminded of my father’s words.
In writing this article I am feeling very naive folks, and I guess that I am. I would just sincerely hope that in my lifetime this nonsense could all come to an end. I do believe somehow as society becomes more intellegent it does become less of a challenge.
It should not be about the color of ones skin or how much money they have in the bank, whether they have a huge house and an expensive car or not. In my opinion it should be about whether or not a person is walking in God’s light and doing what God has shown us to do. Loving the person that is good to us and good for us and not worrying about the color of their skin. Worrying about whether or not God is pleased is what I am saying.
And I believe in my heart and soul that God is very pleased with Julie and Kenneth Bradley.
God bless you all.
In his name
