Listen to enough conversations in Black America, and you’ll eventually hear a Black man call another Black man “God.” And he’ll mean it. And not in a cult leader kinda of way, but as a serious form of address, often between men who look like they’ve been through some serious sh*t. You ever met a Five Percenter? Like a real one? They’ve all been through some serious sh*t. And these men wouldn’t play with the word “God.” Neither would most people in Black America, because God still means something deep there.
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Bishop Turner notes that it would be better to be an atheist or pantheist than to worship a personal God who looks nothing like the persons worshiping him.
It’s this sentiment that eventually gave rise to the modern cliché “My God doesn’t have a color.” It wasn’t some scientific rationalism or Neo-Platonism. It was simply developed as a way to dance around what this God might look like.