I Have a Dream.
Only words, a collection of letters, random markings made divine when early humans first scratched symbols in the dirt, trying to communicate with each other. Trying to connect. The animals are here. The water is here. This is the way. This is what I know.
Only words, but words are all we have, and so we keep scratching.
I picture Martin Luther King, Junior, scratching away, crossing out, circling words, drawing arrows from one paragraph to another, shaking his head, crumpling up his paper, and starting again. Forgetting to pray, getting frustrated, praying, and starting again. And again.
He had a dream, and he needed words. And eventually, God answered his prayers and gave him the words that have been such an unspeakable gift to the world. I have a dream . . .
Today some folks from my church are getting together to watch Dr. King’s historic speech. Afterwards, we’ll talk about racial justice, white privilege, and reconciliation. It will probably be hard to find the right words. We’ll be afraid of using the wrong words. It might be hard to hear some of the words that are spoken; I mean really hear them.
We’ll forget to pray, get frustrated, pray, and start again.
“This is my experience. This is what I know.”
Words of Love
Words are a gift from God. Of course, they can be misused, even turned into weapons. Just tune in to a presidential debate, FOX News, or a so-called “Christian” broadcasting channel and you’ll see how words can be used to drive wedges and stoke the fires of hate and fear.
But love is stronger than hate or fear. Dr. King knew this. Words of love and hope have more power than words of hate and fear could ever dream of having. His words reach across the decades, bridging the great differences that divide us and diving deep into the common spirit that unites every one of us, throughout all time and beyond time.
This week’s photo challenge from WordPress is to share a photo that reflects the word: alphabet. This MLK Day post was inspired by these two photos taken outside a community center in rural New Mexico:
Jan 21, 2016 @ 06:13:55
Hi Melanie, Well said. Yes love is more powerful hate and fear. So there is hope for our nation if we cling to loving our neighbors as we love ourselves. Blessings, Ralph
On Mon, Jan 18, 2016 at 11:55 AM, Writing with Spirit wrote:
> melanielynngriffin posted: “I Have a Dream. Only words, a collection of > letters, random markings made divine when early humans first scratched > symbols in the dirt, trying to communicate with each other. Trying to > connect. The animals are here. The water is here. This is the way. Th” >
Jan 21, 2016 @ 09:26:21
Hope is a hard one these days! Thanks, Ralph.
Jan 19, 2016 @ 02:22:46
Jan 18, 2016 @ 15:34:25
Beautiful… I love the Photos💞🍃🌾🍂🌹💕💗
Jan 18, 2016 @ 18:03:29
Thanks! Happy MLK day!
Jan 18, 2016 @ 18:05:44
Thank you Melanie! Happy MLK day to you as well💞💞💞hugs
Jan 18, 2016 @ 13:59:10
Good thoughts and nice choice for the challenge. 🙂
If you like, you’re welcome to come visit my challenge at:
https://fstopfantasy.wordpress.com/2016/01/18/weekly-photo-challenge-the-abcs-of-love/
Jan 18, 2016 @ 14:02:16
Thanks!