Big Dreams and Prayers
Most people are familiar with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s words, “I Have a Dream.” I wonder how many people are aware that Dr. King said much more before he continued with his famous dream. When he spoke at the Lincoln Memorial in 1963, I was a year and a half old. As a child born in the sixties and now as I approach sixty, I reflect on his words written 57 years ago. Words that he believed and held on to until his death in 1968.
I, too, have dreams that I lift up to God in my prayers.
I prayed that my children wouldn’t grow up in a world where their skin color determined how they were viewed, how they were paid, and most of all how they were valued.
I prayed for them to see racism as something they read about in textbooks, not experienced firsthand, but they are experiencing it firsthand. So now, I pray for God to give them wisdom as they maneuver through this divided world.
I prayed that they would listen to what God says about them, not the derogatory words hatred causes individuals to spew at them.
I pray my grandchildren do not need to understand terms like systematic racism, marginalized communities, and dominant culture.
I pray their generation isn’t permanently scarred by the memorials of people of color whose lives are cruelly ended by the authorities supposed to protect individuals of all races.
Dr. King, thank you for dreaming. Thank you for your ultimate sacrifice.
I will continue to pray as I’m reminded of your words, “that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: ...”