On a recent facebook discussion about the pagan faith of kinism (which advocates race and blood and is wrongly linked with Christian Reconstruction), I wanted to give my two-cents worth but couldn’t find a “Comment” button, so this post is my attempt.
God chose Abram and his lineage to bless the world, but Abram was never justified other than by believing God; later he proved his faith by his willingness to do God’s will regardless of his own personal sacrifice. It was never about blood; it was about faith.
Some people are reluctant to trade their way of life—from clothing and eating to worshiping (in the cultic, liturgical sense) and dealing with their fellow man—for any demands that the Bible makes of Jesus’ followers. “I am a Mexican,” or “I am a Southerner,” or “Our people have done this or that….” This racist/nationalistic/ethnocentric mindset springs from blood-and-soil and is not Christian. I used to be a Mexican, and l loved Mexico, its people, its ways—everything about it—with a passion. When I became a young adult, I grew to hate everything Mexican. Then one day I became an American and gradually learned to love everything American. Then one day I became a Christian and had to reconsider everything I loved…and hated. Today I love Mexicans not because they are from Mexico but because they are created in God’s image, they are part of the world, and God loves the world.
As I wrote previously in “Liberating Hispanics from Racism and Ethnocentrism,” belief in la raza does not free anyone from oppression.
While community and unity are real assets and can help accomplish much, it’s the direction not the pedigree of a people that determine its real, historical blessings. Those who built the Tower of Babel were in unity, but God did not appreciate it. He confused them and dispersed them. And they were all of one race: the human one (the only race that exists, for we differ only in amount of pigment). No, a people’s blessings come only by trusting and obeying God’s commands.
Blood can be thicker than ecclesiastical bonds. “Look at my little one, I’m so proud of him!” Or “You make me so proud to be your daddy, honey.” Or as George Bush said about George W., “Our pride knows no bounds.” But the Bible never uses the terms “proud” or “pride” approvingly. The Father said that in His Son He was well pleased, not extremely proud. I know, many people today mean they are very pleased when they say they are proud of their children, but words have meanings. That’s why we end up with “homosexual” replacing “sodomite” and “gay” replacing “homosexual.” Until we allow the culture to change the meaning of words, we should take ownership and use them the way God does. Love what He loves and speak as He speaks.
From blood-and-soil comes nationalism. Again, we might not mean any harm in what we say. When my friend Ron refers to himself as Scotch, I know he doesn’t mean that he’s a citizen of Scotland or somehow prefers that nation over the USA. When my friend Kirby used to say that he was Canadian, he meant that he was a citizen of Canada. He seemed to appreciate the USA; I know he loved Mexico because he started two or three churches down there; but he was a Canadian citizen. I am not calling my friends nationalistic, far from it. But my point is that we sometimes inadvertently and sometimes intentionally speak as the culture around us does; after all, we want to be relevant, right?
But the subtle—and sometimes not so subtle—nationalism of many people leaks out. For example, many conservative Christians are unashamedly proud to be Americans and will defend this nation regardless. They might say “Faith, Family, Country,” but in practice it’s not an order of authority or allegiance; it’s an assertion that the nation somehow possesses an independence from the God that rules over faith and family. As for myself, I am not proud to be an American, though I am extremely grateful to God for letting me come here and live as an American. There’s a far cry from gratefulness to pride.
Nations come and go, but there is only one race. Every baby belongs to it, for we inherited it from Adam. It doesn’t matter who our parents were or where they came from. I long to see the day when hispanics—and blacks and peoples of all shades—will stop referring to their ethnic group as “their people.” When Jesus came to Earth, God’s people were clearly defined as those who follow Him. Those are my people.
So that’s my comment that I couldn’t click onto facebook.