MLK Remembered, 2018

 MLK Remembered, 2018

 We US citizens get a federal holiday because of this man, cut down in his prime. We get a day in the chillier cold winter month of the new year, during frosty days of North America, to rest from our regular labors. Because his causes and messages were about something bigger than regular labors. His meaning, very multi-faceted, was about special labors, special struggles, special missions.

He was the symbol of many things, to many people, and he foresaw his own mortal time on the planet as something as a gift of God, because as limited as he knew his life might be, it had unlimited potential and brightness. Like all of us. He was born dark, as modern humans deem people of a darker hue, but he was a child of light. He held a carpenter's son from two millenia past as his example and leader, and he also held a poor barefoot Indian renunciate as his role model. He held up the US Constitution and all its blessed amendments as a bulwark of his causes and his righteous justification for everything he uttered and asserted.

It is about his messages and causes, of course. Not just him, as one individual. He was bigger than what he was, flesh and bones.

Reverend King. A man of the cloth, a man of conviction, a powerful leader who led with truth and authority. Righteousness. Vindication. Struggle. Justice. Hailing from generations of the downtrodden. He was like Moses. He lifted his people up, he liberated those with his beliefs and faith. He was doing this, as a Christian authority, but also symbolizing the universal humanitarian cause, even for those that thought that they hated or disdained them, or him, as a lesser being, as a poor outcast. He was bigger than who he was. He was larger than the wealthiest magnate, in human terms.

Backed up by millions, not just African-Americans, known to many as Negros back then, in his times. But also backed up, supported, cherished, by many other Americans, of all colors, supported by Christians and peace loving Hindus and Muslims and Jews and Buddhists worldwide, even cheered by Communists, who officially call to no higher power; even they had to admire his verve and tenacity as a man for the people. Fighting, till the end, for the goodness and fairness of people everywhere.

What other man ever advocated for the good of the people as much? Jesus of Nazareth?

Yes, the same Jesus that Martin Luther King, Junior, preached from the rooftops, the choir halls, the podiums and open fields, the vast congregations listening to the preacher of the Master?

Yes, this was Martin. He was a dreamer, he was given these visions and dreams by God. And so he gratefully, graciously, magnificently shared his dreams. Dreams of the past, present, and future.

We know his dreams. His dreams are our dreams. His promises are God's promises.

And he was cut down by a coward's bullet.

Like Abraham Lincoln, the Emancipator. Like an earlier American leader, Joseph Smith, also a Junior.

Some men cannot live too long, but their respective candles are not extinguished by bullets made of iron and copper, brass, or lead.

No, the candles upon which their fires are lighted comes from a hidden source, to many a source unknown, to many a forgotten being or presence, to too many a Person ridiculed and made "light of". Made light of. Ironic, that term. Mocking God is not a light thing. It is indeed, very heavy, a very weighty matter.

And Martin bore that cross, bestowed to him by God Himself, and bore it through the streets of Selma, across infamous bridges, into jail cells, to the steps of the martyr President Lincoln's Monument himself.

And, we think we know the history. But do we?

Do we know the Bible? Do we know what Moses did? Do we truly know what all the prophets and their families, wives, children, slaved and sacrificed for thousands of years to establish? God's elect? Do we know our human and divine history and heritage?

To those who "make light", i.e. mock and ridicule the causes of God's children, God's chosen: beware.

God will not be mocked. History will not erase the memory and life and causes of this good reverend, this preacher, or the God that he advocated, or the Good Reverend, in upper case, that he in essence, died for.

God bless Martin, Doctor King, and his legacy this year and forward; God bless his people, which is really all of us.

We are his people: black, white, whatever shade you may be.

We are God's people, we do belong to Him who created us.

I think that most humanists and historians understand the social, civil, and political implications of what Reverend King advocated until his last day. That is good, but that certainly is not all.

Hence, may I humbly but confidently submit, Martin's dream was much more than earning what you work for, voting how your conscience dictates, riding transportation equally, general civil rites, and desegregation.

His dream was heavenly, it was celestial, it was divine. It was truly transcendent.

His dream was with a capital D. The Dream of the Reverend is is the dream of every God-fearing man and woman, of every God devoted individual. The Dream of this King is written in our books, our holiest books.

Do not forget that Dream.

Martin Luther King, we thank you for that.

You represented Him well.

And we, fellow children of one Supreme Father, are left to move towards that Eternal Home.

Thanks for being the religious Preacher that God meant for you to be. Fearless, bold, courageous.

We all wish to be as equal as you. That is what what you wanted, that is what the Constitutional fathers wanted, that is what America and God's elect are about.

We will reach the Promised Land, on the shoulders of all those that came before.

Men and women of God our Heavenly Father have shown us the way.