Color of My Skin

I have told people over the years my long-time pastor who went on to be with Jesus was as black as a black man can be. I am as white as a white woman can be. He was my father in Christ. I loved him beyond measure. Our skin color didn’t matter. Never mind how dark-skinned he was and how light-skinned I am. Our hearts were knit together like God created human hearts to be.

Truth is I am incredibly pale white in winter. But oh, how I love the sunshine. I get a really good suntan in summertime so my...