Christianity at it's Finest

I stare at the stained-

glass window. The picture

depicts Jesus Christ, well

what most people believe.

I may not be the most

religious person out there,

but I don’t change someone’s

race.

I’m talking about

Jesus Christ.

In my eyes Jesus isn’t

white. He’s either Middle

Easter, or African.

I have yet to see a

stained-glass window of

Jesus, that is either of those.

In December, I celebrate the

Winter Solstice, not Christmas.

Just was born in some other

season.

I do believe in God

and in Jesus Christ.

I don’t think that he’s

the son of God. Just a

prophet of God.

To me, the Bible is

a collection of short

stories that contain morals.

I believe that God

loves us all indiscriminately.

God doesn’t care about your

religion or your sexual orientation.

Why can’t religion and science

be friends?  Why don’t we all

agree with Darwin, knowing

that God made him?

I believe in a world where

everyone of all races are

holding hands, despite their

religion.

I stare at the stained-

glass window in front of

me, as I feel God’s Grace come

down onto me.