All the children of the world [Chapter 12]

So I brought the kids to my church (First Purchase African M.E Church). I wanted to show them how we worshipped, it was a new experience for them. Lula didn't understand this, of course. She disliked the idea of them being there, as white kids. I don't understand her. I don't understand this world. We're all God's little children. We're all human beings with feelings. The colour of our skin shouldn't determine anything besides our roots. I wish people would not say blacks or whites, wish they'd just say people.
However, I find myself succumbing to this... this.. madness sometimes. Even Scout noticed. It's the influence of the town. Anyways, it seems more polite to talk in the respective ways. But that just widens the gap between the two worlds. Like speaking two different languages. Sometimes these things stick to you. I'm trying to get rid of it, one step at a time. I hope by bringing the kids to the church, I showed everyone that the whites are no different from us.

Jesus loves the little children...
All the children of the world...
Black and yellow, red and white
They're all precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world...