If God Made Them Too, Now What?
To love one’s culture is to love the hands that fed you, the language that first held your thoughts, the festivals that stitched colour into your childhood. It is not an abstract position. It is personal. It is memory, it is the smell of home and the sound of your own name spoken with affection. But love that refuses introspection becomes fragile. I do not believe culture needs protection from questions. If anything, it becomes stronger when we are honest with it. I can honour where I come from and still admit that not everything inherited is sacred. Respecting another culture does not weaken mine. It simply recognises that I am not the sole centre of meaning. A nation can give me belonging. A government can give me structure. Neither can demand my silence when dignity is at stake. Religion complicates this further because it speaks to our deepest loyalties. If there is one Creator, one originating intelligence behind all of this, then that source did not create selectively. It crea...
