I am still encouraging my readers and friends to sign the “Open Letter to the Evangelical Church” which was drafted by 80 Asian American leaders who call for a dialog concerning cultural insensitivities and the racial reconciliation needed in the American Church. My friend, Vivian Mabuni, shares her personal testimony about entering into the lives of others and how that increases our understanding and compassion for those who are different than us.
I don’t use the word “retard” or “retarded” anymore when I refer to myself after I mess up.
I have two author friends, Amy Julia Becker, author of “A Good and Perfect Gift” andGillian Marchenko, author of “Sunshine Down.” They both have daughters who have Down Syndrome. Knowing a bit of their story and their heart, I understand with a new awareness why flippantly tossing that word around is hurtful. This is true even when my intention has been to make fun of myself and not directed at another to harm or insult. In the past I have used the word, but now that I have faces and a connection with my friends, I have woven the understanding into my daily life and word choices.
I don’t put my hand up to my head and form a pretend gun and act like I pull the trigger when I feel frustrated with someone, or try to be funny and use that motion with “you’re killing me” when something ridiculous happens.
I had a friend and former student who took her life in this manner. I am personally aware how this action, even when done in jest, can be hurtful.
Continue reading at Vivian’s Place of Abundance.