Uncertain Faith

Finding the courgage to live with uncertainity


Butch Rogers

14 Jan, 2018


In our world, the word racist has become a label.  When a word becomes a label, it loses meaning.  Growing up, I never heard the word racist.  The label at that time was prejudice.  People would say, “I’m not prejudice”, the same way people today say, “I’m not a racist”.  Prejudice is defined as having a preconceived opinion that is not based on reason or actual experience.  Considering this definition, I must confess that I am prejudice.  Many of my opinions and beliefs are preconceived, formed by the voices I have listened to and my narrow experience of life.

My prejudicial opinions include race, but are not limited to race.  I have preconceived opinions of people who view God differently than I do, who have more or less money than I do, and who are better or less educated than I am.  To become the person I desire to be, I must overcome prejudging people which requires listening to others and experiencing life beyond my comfort zone.


I’m learning to listen. My tendency is to listen only to the voices that validate my preconceived opinions.  Listening to other voices is challenging.  To hear others, I must “swallow my pride”, and open myself up to be taught.  When I travel, I make a point to talk to the cab drivers.  In a short cab ride, they become my teachers.  My children are my teachers.  They have pushed against many of my preconceived opinions and I’m thankful for their courage to do so.

A tipping point for me was serving on the board of our local Habitat for Humanity affiliate.  The executive director at the time was a lady who, when I first met her, I prejudged as being a liberal, feminist, “do-gooder”.  My preconceived opinions were crushed when I witnessed how much she cared for people and how she went about serving them.

“Don’t think of yourself more highly than you should, but in humility consider others better than yourself.”  The Apostle Paul