A big black pickup rear-ended me a few weeks ago and totaled my cute little Honda. Now I’m prejudiced against all big black pickups. My heart beats faster when I see one in the rear view mirror.
I know it isn’t rational. Big black pickups aren’t out to get me. Someday I’ll get over this.
Lord, give me eyes to see my other prejudices. Give me the wisdom to let them go. And when I see prejudice from others, give me the compassion to think, “There but for the grace of God go I.”
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