Holidays

I have never thought too much about Martin Luther King day. I am not even certain that I knew that it was considered a holiday. But here it is. How interesting that a preacher would be given a holiday. He was not a president. He was a martyr. Cut down in his prime for speaking the truth. For having a dream.

It is my prayer that all men and women will be judged by the content of their character and not by the color of their skin.

I love my country. I love my freedoms. I have my dreams, too. I am praying that this country and the "powers that be" will still allow them to come true.

" I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial "outside agitator" idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider anywhere within its bounds." Letter from a Birmingham Jail, Martin Luther King, jr., 16 April 1963