Today marks the 30th year we celebrate Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. Thirty years of two steps forward, three steps back for the realization of his dream. A dream not just for one people group, but for all human kind.
We celebrate today in the midst of an atmosphere gripped by fear and anger. So volatile is the mood of the populace, that the attitudes of hate no longer hide in private conversations or fringe groups. They’ve taken center stage in the vaudeville performance of politics.
I find the scariest part of the spectacle that parades in front of the world is the fact that some of the loudest voices fueling the dark mood are those committed to peace at all costs.
For, the One we have given our lives to came to change the world’s appetite for violence. He came to turn the world system of “might makes right” and “power at all costs” on its nose. Peace. Everything he did pointed to peace. Peace with our neighbors. Peace with God.
We do call Him the Prince of Peace, after all.
I’m in the middle of a book right now. A Farewell to Mars by Brian Zahnd. So far, it’s an excellent read. I don’t agree with all of his reasons for his conclusion, but I agree wholeheartedly with the conclusion itself and many of his arguments. It’s a good reminder, to see clearly the Jesus I claim to love and to follow. To see him as he was, apart from my American version of him (or Western version) that seems appointed to prop up nationalism and my personal rights.
This isn’t a post to deride anyone in particular, but to remember. I know I’ve forgotten the point of it all. The point that Jesus came to make. The point that the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. dedicated his life to reiterate.
For all of us. All of us.
Can we disable this mood that has gripped us? Can we ever overcome the fear and hatred that steals our peace?
Yes. I believe we can. Some day. One day. We will.
Happy Story Monday everyone. How are you reflecting on today’s MLK Day? I have to be honest, I hadn’t given it much thought. For so long, this day has become just another day to me. I can say the same thing about my faith. It has become something under the surface. I know it’s there, but how much have I let it really take hold of my life? My day-to-day life? Jesus means everything to me, but does my life reflect that? Am I really dedicated to all Christ has called me to?
Click on the comments and share your thoughts. Whether or not you’re a follower of Jesus, I would love to hear what you think on this day we set aside to reassess our dedication to peace.
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