For so long, the world has spoken in opposites: black or white.
As if His image could ever be reduced to two extremes.
But when I think about bronze, I see something different.
Bronze is strength refined in fire.
It’s warmth that carries both earth and sun.
It’s a glow that doesn’t apologize for existing…
it just is.
If we began to call ourselves bronze, maybe we’d see ourselves differently too.
Think about the Bronze Age…a time when civilizations rose because of what they created with their hands. Bronze built tools, art, foundations… the very things that advanced humanity.
What if our skin reminded us of that legacy?
What if we believed our very being was foundational, radiant, essential?
Language has the power to divide, but it also has the power to reveal.
And when I say bronze, I don’t just see color:
I see resilience.
I see radiance.
I see His image reflected more clearly.
Maybe we’ve been more than enough all along.
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