This year, I’ve been really thinking about race relations, religion, and mankind in general. I’ve recently recommitted myself to pursuing peace with all types of people. I’ve taken a long, hard look at my own prejudices and am actively endeavoring to deal with them. Prejudice is so cunning and so crafty that it can go unchecked for a long time. It’s not limited to race of course. It can have to do with economics, religious beliefs, sexual preferences, physical beauty, or the lack therof. When I die, I want to be remembered as a person who loved God and His people- no matter how different from me they are. I don’t have enough time or enough words to share how I’m feeling at this moment. There will be more as I figure out how to articulate my sentiments on prejudice and what Dr. Martin Luther King stands for in my life. Jesse Jackson, Rev. AL Sharpton, Rev. Kyles and a couple presidential candidates gathered with two of the King children to pay honor to their father and the legacy he left 40 years ago. Born and raised in Memphis, I am no stranger to a racially charged atmosphere. Though it seems like blacks here are going backwards in a lot of ways, I still remain optimistic that things are going to get better. I was deeply moved yesterday by this speech given by Bernice King, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr’s youngest child…
I had a teacher to associate the ‘40 years’ with the children of Israel’s experience in the wilderness. . . interesting indeed.