It's never too late to unlearn racism

WE NEEDED TO be together that Christmas. My sister-in-law had passed away a few months earlier, and we missed her. So my daugher invited the family over for dinner—grandparents, parents, her brother and his wife, the cousins. And, of course, Ella.

The trouble was, Granddaddy didn't want to invite Ella. He said he wasn't about to eat at the same table with the woman who'd been his housekeeper for half a century—someone of another race. He hadn't done such a thing in all his 91 years. And he wasn't going to start now.

Now, my daughter loved Granddaddy very much, but she wouldn't give in. Because she loved Ella, too. And Ella had taught her to respect all people—to see them as equal in God's eyes, as His children, no matter what their race was.

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