Something’s been bugging me recently. It has been for a while, actually, but I wasn’t sure if I was just being pedantic and buying in to extreme political correctness.
I’ve decided it’s a legitimate bee to have in my bonnet.
So here it is:
I can’t stand it when we call groups of people by an adjective.
For example, “blacks”, “gays”, “Muslims”, “beggars” etc.
Every time we do it, we eradicate the people who bear those descriptions and see only the label. More often than not, we also only see the negative connotations associated with those labels too.
We forget the person.
Why are we too lazy to say “black people”, “gay people”, “Muslim people” or “people who beg”?
Maybe you think I’m being ridiculous and petty; that there are bigger battles to fight out there. However, I genuinely believe that if the convention of our language was to change, our attitudes towards the people groups which we observe and are different to us, would change too.
If we are forced to remember and consider, every time we speak of them, that they are too are people, eventually, we won’t be able to ignore it. Or them.
The video above is a monologue written from the perspective of the woman at the well in John 4:3-30. The woman who everyone else scorned but who Jesus made time for. The woman who was subhuman to everyone that passed by, but who Jesus saw as a child of God.
“To be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known”
” . . . otherwise, what’s the point in doing either one of them in the first place”. Only when we see the people, the human beings, our fellow image bearers, behind the labels can we have a chance of loving them.