I puzzle over questions of race and religion and nationality as I try to figure out where my piece is and how it interlocks with the others. I preach and teach about diversity and global community, even as I know that those matters are more complex than I want to admit, because my deepest gut desire is for people to love and enjoy and celebrate one another. But the truth is that I mostly hang out with white Protestant Americans who are about my age and live in the suburbs as I do. I didn’t do much to make that happen, and I haven’t done much to change it.
And so the world has come to me, and my incoming family members have brought their own identities and histories right into my living room and said, “Here we are, full of love and peace and joy and hope!”