Having just celebrated Martin Luther King Jr day, a national holiday born out of pain and bitterness and struggle that is far from done, I continue to see things about him and how we have incorporated/not incorporated King into our 21st century nation.
In the most recent issue of The Christian Century, there is a poem entitled “On a Photo of the Lorraine Motel”, by Philip C. Kolin. Here is an excerpt:
Men die but once, but he will be mourned each time we hear his voice, like a
promise out of the Bible comforting us. He was shot at Verspertime,
when prayers are said.....
More than 50 years since his death, people still dream his dreams standing
with him as pastors Abernathy and Young point to where that fatal gunshot
was fired and beyond that to the heavens where Dr. King ascended that
nefarious evening in Memphis.
It matters that we continue to have these events and parades, because it matters that we not forget. It matters that we not forget.
Peace be with you.
Jeannie