As a white American I thought I was free to detach myself from issues of racial injustice. But as a Christian I no longer can. Why? Not because of white guilt. Not because of political correctness. Not because of social pressure. I am compelled to care because the victims of injustice aren't faceless humanity, out there somewhere. They are my brothers and sisters. My friends. My family. Truth is, God isn’t colorblind. He sees colors quite clearly.