I used to think Jesus was a white man. It was easier to think of Him that way. I was white, I went to a predominantly white church, and every preacher I had ever listened to was white. So my adolescent mind couldn’t quite picture my Savior as being any different than me.
Somewhere in my developing mind, I imagined Him with long, straight, brown hair and a well-kept beard. His skin, though white, was perfectly tanned and polished, with hardly a blemish to be found. With perfect white teeth and a glowing smile, my Jesus looked good. Read More