I just read a Facebook post from a former student who shared the story of a cab driver in NYC whose name was Mohammed. Mohammed called her firm because he had found a wallet in his cab, and her business card was inside it. Turns out the wallet was left behind by one of her clients. She was able to contact the client who was so relieved to know someone had found the wallet. Mohammed brought the wallet to the office so the client could retrieve it there. My former student wanted to tell this story as an example of a good Muslim.
More and more of these kinds of stories are being passed around with the hero or heroine being a man or woman of color or a non-Christian faith tradition. The stories are being shared so that we, people of privilege, will be more and more aware that not all people who are different are bad, or terrorists, or rapists, or evil in some way.
But it got me to thinking. Have I ever had to tell a story about some good deed I performed so that no one would think I was a bad person? As a white person? Hardly ever.
Jesus has told us we must love our neighbors as we love ourselves. Are we really still trying to figure out who our neighbors are?