Just some early morning thoughts from me to you…
Just some early morning thoughts from me to you…
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.
The morning sunshine breaking though the darkness of the night, from the sun God threw into the sky, has the remarkable effect of reminding us that no matter what yesterday was like-today is a brand new day.
A new day full of brand new opportunities. And it will be the same every day and sunrise, thereafter. With that assurance, a question looms before us-what will we do with it? What will we do with each brand new day full of opportunities?
And the question lays at our doorstep awaiting our answer-as it always has, and as it always will.
We’re reminded of that on a day like today, where we as a nation pause to recognize the life of one person who always believed that a better tomorrow for others depended on what he did with his life each day. That in the gift of each brand new day there were opportunities for positive contribution that his one life could make in the darkness of someone else’s night.
Today as a nation we pause to celebrate and remember the life of a great American, Martin Luther King, Jr. A man who was born and raised in relative stability and security, but lived during times that were far from stable and secure. A man who refused to stay silent in the face of prejudice, injustice and wrong, and instead strived for purposes seemingly unattainable, but striving anyway while believing that tomorrow could be a better day for others and for us as a nation.
His life was cut short by a cowardly assassin’s bullet and he died on April 4, 1968 in Memphis, Tennessee. The autopsy revealed that Dr. King had the heart of a sixty-year-old. He was thirty-nine. Maybe that happens when you commit that every day your life will make a contribution in the life of someone else. And in each new, Martin Luther King, Jr. began to change the face and heart of a nation.
And he did it with both actions and words, like those he shared before millions on August 28, 1963, against the backdrop of the Lincoln and Washington Memorials in Washington, DC, during his now-famous “I Have a Dream” speech-
“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…that one day…little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers…
“When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children…will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, ‘Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!'”
Each brand new day-and the opportunities they present-may not require that we hold a mirror before the world to show it a face of prejudice, injustice and discrimination that must be addressed for the good of all of us. But just as each day unfolded in the life of Martin Luther King, Jr. requiring the action he felt led to, the unfolding of the days of our lives also requires action. To make a difference, to right wrongs, to make us whole together in Christ.
Without action, days will pass by, and the opportunities presented to make a difference in the world and the lives of others around us-may be lost forever. A loss which could result in a lifetime for someone continuing to live in darkness, longing to be free, who needs to feel the light of hope that comes from sunshine of a brand new day-the hope that God intended for their lives.
The morning sun has once again broken through a long and silent night of darkness presenting us with a bright new day full of brand new opportunities. It has happened our whole life long.
It is a gift from God. The question for today, tomorrow and the rest of your life is this-What will you do with it?
Your answer will leave your legacy in the lives in the world everywhere.
In His Name–Scott
At approximately five feet high and eight feet wide-you couldn’t miss them. Large warning signs strategically placed every now-and-then on the sides of the ski trails of Buttermilk Mountain in Aspen, Colorado. After three days of skiing our then ten-year-old son, Nathan, pointed to one of the signs as he and I were riding the ski-lift to the top of the mountain, and asked, “Daddy, have you seen one yet?”
“Seen what, Nathan?”
“A Snow Cat!”
A prostitute, a leper, a blind man… They came to the mountaintop where Jesus was now sitting. They climbed as high as the crowds would allow. They heard Him speak words of love, understanding and forgiveness. His words ushered in a new day for each of them.
As the legend goes, there is a spot in England known as the Valley of the Roses. It is described by those who claim to have been there as a place where the air hangs so heavy from the perfume of the flowers that when you walk through that Valley the aroma of the roses clings to you and remains on your clothing long after you have passed through the Valley.