I had a book signing today. During a lull (there were many lulls), a boy of about eleven sauntered up. Blue eyes looked at me from a freckled face surrounded by a mop of sun bleached hair.
He studied one of the books on my table a moment and asked, "You make that?" I told him I had written it and someone else made the cover. He nodded and asked a few more questions.
Somehow we worked our conversation around to ourselves. He said, "I'm part Indian."
I said, "Wow! I always wanted to be an Indian." His expression turned superior as the one standing there with the Indian blood. He strolled a couple steps away and perused a display of necklaces.
He was especially taken by one that had a huge cross on it and said proudly, "I'm a Christian." I told him how great that was.
Then he turned and pulled himself up to his full height and stated. "I'm full Christian and a little bit Indian."
I loved it. Christianity wasn't something he adopted, it was who he was as much as his physical heritage.
I'm full Christian with a little bit German, Irish and Welsh. What are you?