>Today, my heart is overwhelmed with sorrow. This morning, I’m attending a Martin Luther King, jr. Living the Dream awards breakfast. I’ve written here before about my upbringing, my struggles, but as I watched the slideshow that played during the national anthem, I was overcome. Overcome with the sense that my middle-class white boy’s pain, although altogether real, didn’t hold a candle to what to what the African-American people have endured in this country. I saw images, though I was aware–in an abstract sense–that such things occurred, that will haunt my mind and heart for some time to come.
I’m sorry that these things happened, and continue to happen. I’m sorry that I haven’t done enough to bring about equality in my community.
Though the mood there was celebratory, I felt somber. Perhaps it was a sense of guilt, because, despite coming from a broken home, in comparison to what I saw, I’ve had an easy life. Things were given to me. The demons I’ve had to overcome to achieve success were of my own design–self-doubt, bitterness–not prejudice, or segregation. I can’t imagine having to overcome this.
I believe with all my heart that “there is neither Jew nor Greek, male nor female, slave nor free, but all are one in Christ Jesus.” I’ve before that there is no us, or them–there’s just us. And we are all in the lifeboat together. It behooves us to work together to make the verse quoted above a reality not only for us, but for our children as well.
Thank-you, Dr. King, for dreaming big!
Here’s to the day when we are all “Free at last!”