Happy Monday, my friends–better yet, Happy Martin Luther King, Jr. day!
If you don’t live in the US of A, no worries. You’re really not missing much. A few lucky souls get an extra day off; there may be a rally or two. But other than that, it’s a holiday that never really seems to get off the ground.
Personally, I think it’s the perfect time to see how far we’ve come–and how far we’ve yet to go. The key is to keep moving forward. To keep fighting for what is right. To keep dreaming for that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, ‘Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!’
Of course, that last bit is not as easy as we might hope, now is it? We’ve only to watch the news, take in the latest goings on in the world to realize the fight continues. After all, there will always be bullies. And bullies make it hard to persevere. But persevere we must. For just when the fight seems uphill, and the numbers seem against us, that’s precisely when we must hold fast–when we must stand for what is right, put our hands toward change, and be the voice for those who have none.
It’s not for the faint of heart, mind you. Thankfully, we need only do our part; the final outcome does not belong to us. That, alone, should give us joy for the work yet to be done . . .