A Misconception or Misdemeanor?

     "Now everyone turn around and look at that beautiful little girl standing up," sounded about as nice as if the Crystal Ball in New York actually slammed against the ground at full speed. Everyone turned to see a precious, two-foot tall, Madame Alexander doll of a girl standing on her chair.
      I stared in wonderment at Paster Horner, the senior pastor at the corporation we call "church." Minutes before, he'd said that since most of the young children were at the earlier Christmas eve service, anyone under 18 should stand on their chair (since in the sunday sermon, young kids stand on their chairs while the congregation stands and everyone sings) and sing along with the people standing. Of course, it was a lame attempt at joke and not to be taken seriously. People laughed half-heartedly, and I think I felt my eyes roll, annoyed at the 39,210 bad joke I've heard the pastor tell.
     The congregation stood then, taking Pastor Horner's stupid sentence as cue to begin the last song. The song dragged on, similar to little girls attached to their blankets with no inclination to pick the blanket off the floor. All sat, reverting their attention to the idiotic commander of the church. He proceeded in telling everyone to look at the all-American, blonde-hair, blued eye, beautiful four-year-old girl. From my corner seat, I hopped on top of my other leg to get a better view. Another young girl came into sight, standing a little less gloriously in the spotlight. It was evident that she was black, her skin not too dark but yet a deep mocha. I felt embarrassed, ashamed, but mostly angry. Rage and heartache flowed to the tips of my toes. I told my dad that another girl was standing, which he smartly replied to by advising me to tell the pastor. The pastor, of a Christian church, ignored the little Black-American girl. Since the Bible says we're all made in God's image, isn't that a sin? Unsettledness and twinges of anguish continued deep within me. Snapping inside me was the last of my tolerance to racism and unnecessary prejudice , which I have seen too much this past week. I bit my lip to exert my anger as humanely as possible, grasping the seat to help myself from exploding in front of the entire church.
     I watched the end of the program with bitterness towards the man who dedicated me to the church, holding me before I could rebuke it,  and knew a seed of disrespect was being sewn within me. A seed that only needed time to be grown and would eventually sprout from my tips and all would see it and be forced to acknowledge it.