I was only ten years old on August 28, 1963, when from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, Martin Luther King, Jr. stood before 200,000 civil rights supporters and delivered one of the most famous speeches of the 20th century entitled, “I Have a Dream.” King called for racial equality and an end to discrimination.
My father’s family is from the Deep South…Louisiana. My mother’s family hails from a small town in northeast Texas. Because of where my parents were from, they grew up inundated with racial inequality. That meant…separate bathrooms for blacks, required seating in the back of the bus, even separate water fountains to drink from…all those corrupt requirements imposed to try and prove that whites were superior when in actuality it proved our pride and hatred. Even at ten years old, I recall feeling uncomfortable if I heard the “n” word because I knew it was not a term of endearment but a pinpointing of their insignificance.
I remember the day King gave this speech because I recall watching my father as he listened to him on television. The expression on my father’s face changed through the course of King’s speech. You know what I mean? That curious, inquisitive look of, “Well, I wonder what this fine, black fella has to say.” transformed to “I don’t think I’ll ever be the same!” My father got up from his chair…different. I could hear the liberation in his voice when he spoke. God had touched his heart with King’s message.
When was the last time God touched your heart with THE King’s message? Unlike the early disciples who had to rely on their memory of Jesus walking and talking with them, we possess in our very hands the written Word. When was the last time you allowed the King to liberate your heart? Take out your Bible. Sit. Read. Ponder. Meditate on it. Memorize it. Open your heart and allow The King of Kings to come in and touch your heart TODAY!