I Have a Dream

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.

I bought into that dream. Actually, before the speech, I bought into justice as a core value. And I took some grief (as we say in farm country) for being a civil rights advocate–but nothing near the grief of the marchers in the South.

Once churches were at the forefront of the struggle for justice. Now they mutter platitudes about being inclusive while in reality being more known for anti-abortion, anti-gay, even still mostly segregated.

Once you could go to a political party to fight for justice. Now–either platitudes or buying your vote or both. Just stirring up hate.

If you’d have asked me 55 years ago if by 2020 racism would still be rampant, that women were still trying to be accepted in business and politics as equal to white guys, that the Christian church would be more interested in what happens in your bedroom than in the condition of your heart–I would not have believed it.

Even though my hometown nickname in the late sixties was “The Protester”, my personality has always been quieter rather than the bearded guy with a sign.

And still, yes Martin, I still have the dream that we judge people by the content of their character–and as Jesus-followers, we help all of us who fall short.

We remember, and even celebrate, the life and work of Martin Luther King, Jr. today in the US. But this blog is read around the world. And wherever you are, justice issues remain. There is racism and hatred. It takes just one person at a time to change things.

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