Friday, April 04, 2008
On a day when many Americans, I suspet mostly black, will pause. .decades ago on that Memphis hotel balcony Martin Luther King Jr. stood joking with good friends. .a second later his life had ended. his hopes particular to his lifetime had ended. .growing up white in America I had plenty of friends tell me of how he was a Communist. .now I pause and feel too torn up to weap. my Christian friends acutally beleived this man of hope, this man of dreams of goodness and righteousness was a Communist. .what peace some people felt to know he was dead. what peace we have known to know Saddam is dead. .no. we know. but we know no peace. we know wars. we know death. .when our hopes and dreams are replaced with wars - then we know we have not become much of what we are meant to become -- people reflecting the face of God.
Posted by Randy Buist at 12:26 PM