Is God Like Ice Cream?

Ok, so if you know me in person, you know that I am no Bible scholar. That's not to say that I don't have faith... but I can't quote you chapter and verse like many of my friends. Regardless, I was tickled to be privvy to a conversation this AM between some of my students. They had finished up their work and were chatting in the back of the room. Their topic? What race is God. One child was telling the other one that God was Black and from Egypt. They were yelling about how in the Bible, it speaks of his wooly hair. The other child was going on about how that wasn't so, using the depiction of Him in The Last Supper as his basis. Me? I wasn't touching that conversation with a ten foot pole -- you know, separation of church and state and all...

So I started thinking. And of course my hubby reminded me of Bill Cosby's take on Santa Claus... how he comes down the chimney representative of whatever culture the people are... and I quipped: "So God's like ice cream? Available in 33 Flavors?"

I guess what I am forever puzzled by is people's need to personify Him. Isn't it enough to see the evidence of His existence in the flowers and the trees... in the miracle of life, the peace of repose in death? My mother was given 6 months to live when I was three... she died in 2002, well in defiance of the odds... who gave her that will to survive, that powerful healing? I don't have to see a face to know to be thankful for it, to be thankful to Him.

Nonetheless, I will say the conversation the kids had before I shut them down (have to keep them on task, you know) did amuse me. But just in case my ice cream theory is right... I'll take fudge ripple in a waffle cup.