I Found the Answer
When I was a young boy whenever I had a problem; I always went to my father. However, I never knew who he talked when he had a problem. I found out from his friends that he would always retreat to a private spot in a state park where he could consult with his god. Unlike my father I never became very religious.
So when I was having a hard time adjusting to our administrations immigration executive orders. I was raised to follow the Golden Rule. I am ashamed to say that I was having trouble deciding whether the immigrants needed to be banned from entrance. So I decided to do as my father I went to the country to contemplate my troubles. After hours of searching I found a small lake on the outskirts of a small town.
On that particular day the sky was pale blue with a smattering of clouds scattered here and there. I noticed a man standing near the lakeshore as I drew closer to the lake itself. He was staring at the water. He appeared to be pencil-thin with white wispy hair blown all around his head by a slight breeze. As I got closer, I perceived that he was an older man. I walked past him and he turned around to smile. I assumed by his weathered complexion that he enjoyed the outdoors.
“Hello, sir,” I looked into his cloudy blue eyes, “great day to be alive,” I must have startled him. He looked a little confused so I tried to ask him a different question?
“Are you enjoying the weather?”
“Better day to contemplate the lord,” he wheezed.
Oh no a religious nut. I kept on walking. I hoped that he would take a hint that I really was trying to be polite.
“Do you believe in God,” he called out?”
“Yes —, yes I do,” I mumbled.
I always felt uncomfortable about expressing my personal beliefs in public. And now with all the furor of the 2016 election I wasn’t certain what was acceptable in public.
“In Genesis 1:27; God created man in his own image,” his voice was somewhat stronger.
I thought of saying something in response, but I was too stunned. I did notice a change in my surroundings. The breeze stopped.
“Do you believe all men are created equally,” he said turning back to the water?
I thought what is it with this guy? No one had ever engaged me in this type of conversation. Now he wants to get into a political debate. As I started to walk away, he shouted, “Do you believe that blacks are created in God’s image,” he asked?
I looked back at him. It was an idea I never considered.
“Yes, I do!” If I accepted the principle that all men are created equally then they have to be created in his image.
I walked back to the man and stood with him, in silence, for a long time. His notion had so shaken me I could not think of an argument. For some people such notions are not so clear cut.
“Do you believe that the red man is created in God’s image?”
“Do you believe that the yellow man is created in God’s image?”
Again I answered in the affirmative.
As I thought about that question, I noticed that the surface of the lake was still, no movement at all.
“What about a brown man?”
“Yes, I believe all men and women of all colors are created in God’s image.”
“I have one more question for you,” he said. “Do you believe God is omniscient and omnipresent?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Omniscient means all knowing.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Omnipresent mean in all places.”
He turned his back on me as if he was disgusted with me. So I decided to walk further up the shore and contemplate what I just heard. As I walked, I kept coming to the desire that I wanted to talk to the man some more. He had challenged my thinking, my beliefs. I had walked for quite before I decided to go back, but from a distance I realized he was no longer there. When I got to the spot where we had spoken, I saw a large flat stone with etching on the ground. I knelt down to read: Now you have your answer. When I stood up the surface of the lake was rippling and a slight breeze was blowing.
As I watched the ripples come in I realized that I need to make some adjustments in my life. One such adjustment was that I no longer was alone in this world. I had a place and a spiritual connection to something greater than I. A place where I could come and find answers. The second adjustment was I that I was going to confront the problem of integration on a personal level. I could no longer ignore the fact that my family were immigrants when they came to this country. I could no longer forget my heritage.