My apologies. I thought I was clear about all of that. I was answering late at night (or early, early in the morning) so maybe I wasn't as clear as I thought. I'll try again.
I honestly believe that what the leaders and teachers were doing was what they knew, what they saw, how they grew up. They were in an all White world. And they had always been there. It naturally never crossed their minds that one day there would be a 5-member non-White presence in their midst. But there we were. And welcoming us there still did not promote a change in their visuals or music or learning materials. Not because they were being mean. They just weren't thinking that way. They had always been White, always seen White, and always did church and everything else in White (if that makes sense). Me? From the time I was born until I was almost 11, I saw mostly Black (since I was a kid and at home most of the time). When we went places around town (not much) I would see a few Hispanics, some Asians. But not many. But when I saw that White guy on the cross at church, or when I saw Him in videos, slides (remember those?), or learning materials bidding people to come to Him, none of them looked like me. Not even close. I'm seeing this from the time I'm able to understand what I'm looking at. Every Sunday and Wednesday. Naturally I just thought that was how things were. It never dawned on me to ask my parents about it. Heck, I didn't even have a question to ask them, because I was "subconsciously programmed" to believe that church was a nice place to go. But as far as that other Place with the guy on the cross, that was for the people who looked like Him. They never set out to purposely make me think that way. It was just a result not included ALL races in the Gospel message. And as a kid, what was I to think? It was all I ever knew. There was no other thought to think. Yes, in His eyes we are all the same. But no one ever told me that (or showed me that). In my kid eyes that spoke to my kid mind, I was different.
So that was all probably a poor attempt at explaning what my heart feels knowing that there are so many unchurched, unsaved people in the world who are searching for Jesus and they don't even know it. And meanwhile, there are Christians ready to present the Gospel message, but only in their race or color. It's easy for me to understand how dangerous that is. Simply because I was once on the receiving end. And I just can't help thinking how sad it would have been if I had died as that child. I would never have know the fulfillment that a life in Christ could be. I would never have known the joy of sharing the Christ I found with someone who was lost. I would never have known all He could be for me. And I don't want that to be the case for anyone of any age anywhere in the world.