My world used to be black and white. There was a right answer and a wrong answer. There was a right way to do things and a wrong way. There was one right way to believe and everything–and everyone–else was wrong.
It was an easy and a comfortable way to live.
I didn’t have to struggle with ambiguity. I could make quick and easy judgments…based on what I knew was right.
But then I began to get acquainted with people who believed differently from me–but who lived in what I knew was the right way.
I met people from different countries and discovered that even though we differed on politics and sometimes religion, we had a lot in common.
I became friends with people whose loved differently than I did…who loved people of the same sex. And I met others whose seemingly obvious birth gender didn’t match with their internal gender.
I began to listen to scientists who caused me to question some of my earlier simplistic beliefs.
And my world changed colors.
It was no longer just two colors. It began to be filled with bright, beautiful colors–colors of the rainbow.
Sometimes I miss my easy and comfortable way of living–but then I look around and realize that all the colors make my life exciting and beautiful…just as I believe God created life to be.