On Martin Luther King Jr.’s memorial day I remembered that as a child I didn’t know that some folks were Black and others were White.
At five years old, I didn’t know, and I don’t think that my friends knew, that we were throwing dirt clods against the drying sheets of a family in married student housing because the family was Black. I didn’t even know it having gone to their door to tearfully apologize to the mother in the family.
We knew that we were being bad but at least I was spared knowing that I was being evil.
Forgiveness is so kind it spares the innocent. Thus, I would be a Christian to pray for those whom I have innocently hurt and who have knowingly been kind to me nonetheless.