The boys and I spent our afternoon off at the park today.
With temperatures nearing 60F, the call to come out and play was too insistent to ignore.
We walked Lucy Mae along trails under blue skies and shed worn trees and talked about what it must have meant to have one’s Civil Rights violated. As the sun fell on our shoulders we imagined what it would feel like to only be able to drink from certain fountains…eat at certain restaurants…look at certain people…
They wanted to know about sit-ins, bus boycotts, segregated schools, and what it means to protest nonviolently. We talked about the hope that one man gave to a people. We talked about how he sacrificed his life for a dream.
And I watched realization and incomprehensibility wash over them. I watched compassion grow–awareness awaken.
After dinner we gathered around the screen and watched Martin Luther King, Jr.’s I Have a Dream speech on You-tube. They were glued. As was I.
It was captivating.
It’s been a rough week for two white boys from the suburbs. Tough on this mama too. Understanding our place in this world can bring a heavy burden.
We haven’t forgotten Haiti, Beloveds. We haven’t forgotten the poor and broken. And we haven’t forgotten the tragedies of the past. Lord, help us to help. Teach us how. It overwhelms. Overwhelm us with love. Overwhelm us with you.
From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked. (Luke 12:48b)