A mother raised to believe certain ethnic groups had negative attributes was staunchly against any of her children dating or befriending a child of those ethnic backgrounds. She worked quite well with them herself, but inside held any negative aspect of the person as an example of what she despised, and further justification for her beliefs.
The mother was a devoted parent, attending to her children’s needs and fully supporting their various interests and pursuits. As they became older and moved on to their own homes and spouses, her supportive role in their lives was a constant. Her children chose to live within an easy distance and frequently visited to the delight of their mother. Her friends knew her favorite topic was to be avoided, for she dominated the conversation with her latest glowing report of her children whenever she could.
One day a friend asked about grandchildren, and noticed a grim response and a quick change of subject. Several weeks went by and the friend tried to find out more, the woman’s daughter had been hoping to expect a child soon. The mother tearfully informed her friend that her daughter was infertile, and could never have a child of her own.
Through a series of events, the daughter happened to meet a financially desperate pregnant teen who was racially mixed. A friendship and mutual respect grew in the circumstances of their acquaintance, and the teen asked if she might consider adopting the baby the girl was now afraid to raise. After time and deep contemplation, the daughter agreed to adopt the baby and even to involve the teen in the child’s life if she wished.
The daughter had great concern with how her mother would react to the situation, so she omitted details about the birth mother. At the hospital she welcomed her mother, excited for the glorious moment when her new child would join them. Just before they entered the birthing room, her daughter turned and whispered that the birth mother had a mixed ethnic background and the father was also ethnically different. The cries of the birth mother in labor prevented any further discussion.
After the infant was born, and was cradled in her daughter’s arms, the mother found a moment alone with her and the new baby. She knelt next to her daughter and smoothed her hair gently from her face, cherishing her more than ever. She reached down and stroked the baby’s tiny head. Tearful eyes met, and her mother nodded at the unspoken question. As she gently took the baby for just a moment, she said softly. “Will I love my grandchild any less? I could not, she’s yours.”
Moral of the story:
17 And lo a voice from heaven, saying, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.
In Matthew 3:17 a voice from heaven confirms that Jesus is the son of God. The words “Whom I love” are quite profound for those who believe in Jesus as Lord and Saviour. The reason I say this is that similar to the story, believers are adopted into the family of God. God says the same thing about us then, we are whom He loves – without reservation – when we were abhorrent to Him before. This story does not condone racism, but hopefully demonstrates how radical the acceptance is; and just like adoption, that God’s love is not deserved.