I am white and I am privileged. But I am not privileged because I’m white.
I’m privileged because my parents were married and remained married.
I’m privileged because my parents took me to church every week.
I’m privileged because I had good Sunday School teachers.
I’m privileged because my mom read to me.
I’m privileged because my parents worked hard at making a living.
I’m privileged because I wasn’t given a choice about graduating high school.
I’m privileged because I got disciplined as a kid.
I’m privileged because my parents cut me off at the appropriate time and made me take responsibility for myself.
I’m privileged because God gave me good health.
I’m privileged because I was born free.
I’m privileged because I grew up in small town America.
I’m privileged because some relative I never met traveled across the Atlantic to bet on himself.
None of my privilege is due to being white. I’m privileged because of a million right choices made by other people *and* by God’s providential care.
I cannot and will not apologize for being blessed. That’s insulting to the sacrifice of others and to God who gave me my privilege. Nor do I owe an apology to those with less privilege. And neither do those with more privilege owe me an apology for having less.
“The LORD makes poor and makes rich; he brings low and he exalts (1 Samuel 2:7).”
If you insist others apologize for having privilege, you are being covetous; may the Lord rebuke you.
“And when the LORD your God brings you into the land that he swore to your fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give you-with great and good cities that you did not build, and houses full of all good things that you did not fill, and cisterns that you did not dig, and vineyards and olive trees that you did not plant-and when you eat and are full, then take care lest you forget the LORD, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery. - Deuteronomy 6:10-12
I’m privileged because my parents were married and remained married.
I’m privileged because my parents took me to church every week.
I’m privileged because I had good Sunday School teachers.
I’m privileged because my mom read to me.
I’m privileged because my parents worked hard at making a living.
I’m privileged because I wasn’t given a choice about graduating high school.
I’m privileged because I got disciplined as a kid.
I’m privileged because my parents cut me off at the appropriate time and made me take responsibility for myself.
I’m privileged because God gave me good health.
I’m privileged because I was born free.
I’m privileged because I grew up in small town America.
I’m privileged because some relative I never met traveled across the Atlantic to bet on himself.
None of my privilege is due to being white. I’m privileged because of a million right choices made by other people *and* by God’s providential care.
I cannot and will not apologize for being blessed. That’s insulting to the sacrifice of others and to God who gave me my privilege. Nor do I owe an apology to those with less privilege. And neither do those with more privilege owe me an apology for having less.
“The LORD makes poor and makes rich; he brings low and he exalts (1 Samuel 2:7).”
If you insist others apologize for having privilege, you are being covetous; may the Lord rebuke you.
“And when the LORD your God brings you into the land that he swore to your fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give you-with great and good cities that you did not build, and houses full of all good things that you did not fill, and cisterns that you did not dig, and vineyards and olive trees that you did not plant-and when you eat and are full, then take care lest you forget the LORD, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery. - Deuteronomy 6:10-12