A few weeks ago my wife and I went to a memorial. The man was deaf. What was interesting was I was a minority, but not because of skin color. At least 2/3 of the people were deaf. The others were hearing. I was neither. I’m hard of hearing.
During the service the deaf pastor preached in ASL, (American Sign Language) the deaf family members talked in ASL, and the interpreter spoke in English.
The problem was I didn’t know enough ASL to follow along, and I couldn’t hear enough to follow along that way either.
Afterwards during the reception I said in broken ASL I said to a man, that I felt I didn’t belong because I didn’t fit in either group. Hearing or deaf.
He said I was wrong. He said because of Jesus, we all belong in the same family of God. We belong together in that group. We’re family.