In the conflict over racial issues, “just preach the gospel” misses the gospel. I remember the World War II stories I was told as a middle school student. Wearing secondhand clothes and sporting an unkempt fade, I sat in a hard wooden desk too small for my growing black body in a classroom full of distracted boys and girls. The air conditioning in Alabama classrooms was unreliable, which meant sweat was an ever-present companion to our education. The teachers told us impressionable youths that the traumas of both world wars revealed American and British grit. These great nations set aside…