the colors of the rainbow...

I had thought that by living in the year 2013, we would be over using color to define who we are. White, black, whatever....we are now a global environment, we have mixed ourselves with many races, but underneath, we all still  bleed red. Many folks forget this small but important fact. Even in many news reports, if there is aperpatrator, unfortunately race somehow gets worked into the wording. This is just not right. It sets up a fail system, so that we begin to fall under the assumption that if someone of a race different than we are commits a crime, then everyone from that race fits the bill.
Hmmmm.....
I have a story here that I would like for you to read and ponder. Hopefully it will stir your soul.


 

Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel: all claimed that they
   were the best, the most important, the most useful, the favorite. 

   GREEN said: “Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I
   was chosen for grass, trees, leaves – without me, all animals would die. Look over
   the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority.” 

   BLUE interrupted: “You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the
   sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the
   deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you
   would all be nothing.” 

   YELLOW chuckled: “You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth
   into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every
   time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there
   would be no fun.” 

   ORANGE started next to blow her trumpet: “I am the color of health and strength. I
   may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the
   most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and
   pawpaws. I don’t hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or
   sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you.” 

   RED could stand it no longer. He shouted out: “I am the ruler of all of you. I am
   blood – life’s blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a
   cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the
   moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the
   poppy.”

   PURPLE rose up to his full height. He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: “I
   am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen
   me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do notquestion me – they
   listen and obey.” 

   Finally, INDIGO spoke, much more quietly than all the others. “You hardly notice
   me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection,
   twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner
   peace.” 

   And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own superiority.
   Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of
   bright lightening – thunder rolled and boomed. 

   Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crouched down in fear, drawing
   close to one another for comfort. In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak:
   “You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest.
   Don’t you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and
   different? Join hands with one another and come to me.” 

   Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands. The rain continued:
   “From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow
   of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace. 

   “The rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow.” 

   And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a rainbow appears in the sky,
   let us remember to appreciate one another.