Spectrum of Beauty

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Ketanji Brown Jackson’s confirmation and acceptance speech rekindled and reminded me of our better qualities as a nation. I recalled the recent weeks leading up to her confirmation of how difficult it was for me to watch the hearings. I felt her hurt, watching as she steeled herself for some of the insulting questions during that hearing. But, again, I was reminded by Hebrews 11: 1 Faith is the evidence of things hoped for and things not seen. I and others like me kept the faith in what we yearned for, and I am pleased to have witnessed the appointment of Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson to the Supreme Court as the first black woman being appointed. After hearing Judge Jackson’s speech on the White House Lawn, I went online. In admiration, I listened to Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise,” which captured and expressed the emotions that reverberated within the experiences of those such as me. We learned to look beyond the occasional hindrances while moving toward a brighter day, seeing those moments as a strengthening agent which builds character.

 I’ve learned that loving oneself doesn’t mean not loving others. However, an absence of self-love is a complete absence of love period—self-acceptance with awareness and honoring the lives of others, even when there are noticeable differences, is part of our uniqueness. One shouldn’t have to deny oneself to embrace or be accepting of another. I love and embrace all my brothers and sisters across God’s spectrum of beauty. Can you imagine if we only had one shade of rose, with only one color? What a bore that would be? We might even see beauty in ourselves differently if we were of only one color. Therefore, we are like those varied colors of roses or flowers, beautifully shaded but separately beautiful. And Whenever all those shades of colors gather on one accord for the advancement of the group, there is no greater beauty to watch or greater result to achieve because that’s how God had intended it to be. We are all wonderfully and beautifully made, and when we fail to see that, it’s a loss that is avoidable by seeing each other through the lens of “what if it was me? How would I feel being at the other end?”

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