I’ve heard lots of Christian responses about IRRs being a “greater picture of God’s kingdom” because they demonstrate reconciliation and unity.
My parents were okay at first, occasionally asking if we were dating (to which I answered no).
However, my parents now say that if I want to live under their roof (I moved home to save money for law school), this relationship will not be happening.
My parents have always been loving and supportive, and it seems so silly that they are basing their judgment of him purely on the color of his skin.
But I also know that sin has twisted all good things, and that even our good and godly intentions when dialoguing about race have a habit of missing the mark.
We tend to either reduce IRR stories, whether they are our own or others’, to a party trick (something to show off and exploit rather than understand and love), or we elevate them to a pedestal where we can worship and idolize them.