On August 28, 1962 a phrase was stated that will never be forgotten. I
Earlier today, while I was running (indoors of course) I decided to listen to his speech. Given that today is a holiday to remember his work and the dream he stood for, this seemed like a good idea. I expected to be reminded of the utter importance of racial reconciliation. I expected to think of how far we’ve come since that speech, yet how far we still have to go. But what I didn’t expect were the chills I felt and the tears that I cried. I’m not a huge “crier”, at least I’ve never been considered that. And I must admit, I can’t recall the last time tears rolled down my face while on a tread mill. The person next to me I’m sure was confused, but I was quite clear. I was moved to my core by the dream of another. The dream of Dr. King and his ability to communicate it were piercing!
“We must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force”
“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
“I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.”
“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”
What a dream!! As I continued to run, I was led to this question.
In what ways am I moving forward his dream and in what ways am I holding it back?
Racial reconciliation is not a peripheral matter. It’s incredibly close to the heart of God. The more I study God’s Word, the more I understand the gospel, the more I understand the Trinity, the more I understand the Kingdom, the more I understand how his dream is actually HIS dream.