Life really is not like a box of chocolates.
The premise offered by Mr. Gump is true–judging from the outside of the piece offered in the box, you are unable to tell what is inside.
But in our world, since we’re not all covered with chocolate, we have utilized prejudice and racism as a means of determining if we are going to enjoy each other’s flavor.
After all, there’s nothing worse than picking up a box of chocolates and discovering that little nibbles have been taken off of each and every piece by someone who was trying to find the perfect delicacy.
In a sense, it is impossible to look at the assortment of humankind and know exactly what they are like simply by viewing their exterior or their posterior. Yet we persist.
All white people are not anything.
I have met white people who have such thick Southern accents that you would swear they were hill folk, only to discover that they were highly educated and certainly much more intelligent than myself.
All black people aren’t “black” in their culture or thinking.
I have gone to congregations filled with people of color, only to discover that their particular rendition of life was much more sophisticated than mine.
It is difficult to evaluate human beings and the assortment they come in, by external means, though we certainly try hard to fulfill that mission.
The day will come when we realize that each one of us is born in a bunker of flesh and therefore, it is what we do inside that encasement that determines our identity.
Until then, since we are not all chocolate, we will judge each other by our outward appearance, and hopefully, gradually, inch our way toward a more God-like approach … of looking on the heart.
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