What About the Blue Zebras?

I took Isaac to the post office today. He was very excited when we got back to the car and he found a toy zebra in the car. He was telling me about the black stripes, and I absentmindedly asked him what color the zebra was. He told me white, and then asked the following questions, that have had me turning on my head ever since:

What about the blue zebras? Where do they live?

I started to explain to him about camouflage and other such "evolutionary" concepts, and then I realized, if God could make a zebra to be protected from being lion dinner, hidden by its stripes, then God could make a blue zebra.

But maybe God does make blue zebras.

Maybe the person we avoid with the unpleasant look on their face, or way of relating to people is a blue zebra. Or maybe the person who stands radically for what they believe is the blue zebra. Maybe we don't recognize the blue zebras because we're too busy hunting them down, slaughtering them for a meal, and then moving onto our next victim. Maybe the uniqueness of the blue zebra isn't so unique, nor our response as corporate lions.

Maybe we need to watch for blue zebras more often.