Good grief. The interwebs have their collective panties in a bunch again this week, and the topic is breakfast cereal.

Perhaps you’ve seen the furor over the upcoming Super Bowl ad featuring a biracial family eating their Cheerios. MSNBC has already had to pull an offensive tweet which suggested that Republicans would be in a tizzy. And Republicans were in a tizzy…over the suggestion that they get weirded out when families don’t look like a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

And I’m sure there will be some armchair quarterback somewhere in the good ol’ USA that will see the commercial on Sunday, and then declare in a Bud Light-induced rant, “That just ain’t nattrul.

The fact that we’re still having these conversations saddens me. As the daddy to a princess and a part of a biracial family, I’m grieved that this is still taking place in my daughter’s world. The new uproar reminded me of the very helpful post by Jemar Tisby when Cheerios aired the first iteration of the biracial family last year.

You can read my entire original post here, if you’re so inclined.

A Greater IdentityAs a white American, I’m not sure I’ll ever completely understand my African American brothers’ and sisters’ hurt over the outcome of the recent Zimmerman trial. Earlier this week, a wise friend tried to guide me through the reality of the pain that surrounded the trial. Not the Martin / Zimmerman situation particularly, but the fact that our nation is still so racially divided.

This post by my friend Casey Chappell takes the perspective of a white mother of a transracial family. Casey astutely points us towards the only solution in the fight for racial equality: the cross of Jesus Christ.

My heart has been heavy because of the extensive conversations about race… I have cried over the ignorance on both sides and yelled at the TV because I wish people could hear how they sound… I’ve said enough and turned the thing off and even then my thoughts race.  It’s frustrating and even comes with a lot of cognitive dissonance because I can’t just think as a mom or a white person… I have to think as a white mom to a black person.


Seven Seconds to Make a First Impression. (ForbesFirst impressions count…inside the church and out. Here’s what people thing about you in the first few moments.

First impressions are more heavily influenced by nonverbal cues than verbal cues. In fact, studies have found that nonverbal cues have over four times the impact on the impression you make than anything you say.


How to Become the British Monarch. Just in case you wondered how this Royal Baby thing works out…

This is my new favorite commercial on TV, for obvious reasons. The little girl is cute as a button, and reminds me of…I don’t know…somebody.

But if you’ve been following the blogosphere, you know that the commercial set off some less-than-intelligent debates and racial slurs in the comments on its YouTube page, ultimately forcing Cheerios to turn the commenting feature off.

Jemar Tisby nails the racism issue in his helpful blog post, and reminds the believing community that the church still has a long way to go to see racial reconciliation become a reality.

So what do you think? Cute breakfast commercial? Or the most important conversation of the day? (see what I did there?)

E’ry Friday, I scrape a couple of layers of strata off of the archaeological archives. Today, I dug up a post that just got me riled up all over again. Actually, it might have riled me up more than it did the first time.

In case you’re not already hot under the collar about something today, I’ll be glad to contribute.

One of our pastors received this from a friend. The friend is on staff at a church in the Triangle area, and this very real email found its way to the office of that very real church:


Our family has just moved to your area. We are seeking a church home and have a few questions please:

*We know the Lord loves all of us, but we believe in honoring the Culture the Lord gave us, so we are seeking a traditionally “White” church as opposed to Multi-cultural. Is your church White?

Read the rest of the post here, and then read the comments. They’ll make you (and me) get glad in the same pants you got mad in.

The gospel changes everything.