Color Doesn't Matter!

We’re having a quiet evening, and I’m telling myself to stop planning and start writing. It’s ‘throwback Thursday’ and if I don’t hurry, I’m going to miss it.

Considering the news reports that we have been watching from our quiet spot, I recalled one of the first ‘major’ happening in our young son’s life… meeting new friends at kindergarten. Coming home from his first day at kindergarten, he excitedly told us that he has a new friend, adding, “Mom, he has the smoothest hair, and he likes my glasses!” His friend lived in a different community, so the boys didn’t travel on the same school bus. But it didn’t take long for me to have the opportunity to meet his new friend, when I visited his kindergarten. His friend did have very smooth and curly hair, and his skin was very black, a detail that our son didn’t seem to notice. Over the next several years, we had delightful times when the two boys had play times together. Different schools, different interests, and different locations separated the boys for years. They finished school, pursued their careers, and becoming responsible adults. Unexpectedly, they met in the lobby of our local airport, waiting for their respective flights. It was amazing that they even recognized each other in the crowd. They don’t live in the same province but have had several visits, and stay in touch via computer. I’ve even been invited to be a friend on Facebook, and I love catching up with the ‘long-lost’ friend.

I’ve also been thinking about how we met our family doctor in our town. We had been hoping to change our regular shopping and medical services from the city to our town. City traffic was becoming less attractive us ‘country folk’. We didn’t have much success in finding a doctor who was accepting new patients until the new Emergency Service Center was built in our town. On one of our “emergency” visits, I asked the nursing staff if there were any doctors in town who were accepting new patients, and she gave me a list of six names. The names were not familiar, but there were two doctors in a clinic located in our local Walmart that we decided to contact them. My husband asked the receptionist who she would favor of the two doctors, and she came back with this question… “Do you have a color problem?” Hubby said that he liked all colors, wondering what that question had anything to do with the question that he had asked. She gave us the name and made an appointment for us to have an introductory meeting.

Our meeting was delightful; this doctor was friendly, asked questions and listened intently to our replies, told us that his medical training and initial practice was in England, moved his family to Canada two years ago, and loved our small town and community. He has followed our health issues with care, referred us to specialist when needed, and is incredibly sensitive and intuitive. And… we learned why the receptionist asked if we had a “color problem”!

I was reminded of the words of a song that I learned in Sunday School, and also taught it to our children, many years ago:

Jesus loves the little children,

All the children of the world.

Red and yellow, black and white,

All are precious in His sight.

Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Color Doesn't Matter!