Remembering Dr. King
I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. (Martin Luther King, Jr.)
There is power in a dream, especially when that dream synchs up with God's dream. God longs for justice and redemption. He tells us that one day all the things that are wrong about our world will be set right again.
Dr. King's dream was powerful enough to lead people to sit in, stand up, march on, take notice, and suffer abuse for the sake of preventing further abuse. He inspired leaders, recruited followers, and demanded legistlative reform. This preacher man on a plumber's salary moved people -- black and white -- because he knew what was true, good, and beautiful, and he refused to give up. He said that justice would one day roll down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream. By his absolute refusal to be silenced, he forced America to deal with the error, the evil, and the ugliness of racism.
Martin Luther King, Jr. was a hope-filled and inspirational leader. What we often forget is that he was also a dad. While he was in Washington, proclaiming his dream that children would "one day live in a nation where they [would] not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character," his wife Coretta was caring for their four children, the youngest of whom turned five months old that day.
King left a legacy of hope for our nation and for his own family.
He was a man willing to die for his convictions. Oftentimes, I can barely be troubled to throw a little money towards mine.
What do you suppose his children learned by watching the actions of their father? What do you suppose your kids are learning by observing yours?