As we prepare to celebrate Martin Luther King, Jr. Day next Monday, I would like to share some words of his that we might ponder:
“One of the great liabilities of history is that all too many people fail to remain awake through great periods of social change. Every society has its protectors of the status auo and its fraternities of the indifferent who are notorious for sleeping through revolutions. But today our very survival depends on our ability to stay awake, to adjust to new ideas, to remain vigilant and to face the challenge of change. The large house in which we live demands that we transform this world into a world-wide brotherhood. Together we must learn to live like brothers or together we will perish as fools.”
The need for this has not changed since Dr. King departed this life but has grown even stronger as we live in a global society. Are you listening U. S Congress and Senate? Are you listening, Mr. President? Are you listening Kansas state legislators? Are you listening Gov. Brownback? Or are you going to lead us to perish as fools?
Learn to live like brothers, or perish as fools!
Putting King’s words in a different way is this story, author unknown that was published in “Morning Story and Dilbert”.
The Cold Within
Six humans trapped by happenstance in black and bitter cold. Each one possessed a stick of wood, or so the story’s told. Their dying fire in need of logs, the first woman held hers back for on the faces around the fire, she noticed one was black.
The next man looking cross the way saw one not of his church, and couldn’t bring himself to give the fire his stick of birch.
The third man sat in tattered clothes, he gave his coat a hitch. Why should his log be put to use to warm the idle rich?
The rich man just sat back and thought of the wealth, he had in store. And how to keep what he had earned from these lazy poor.
The black man’s face bespoke revenge as the fire passed from his sight, for all he saw in his stick of wood was a chance to spite the white.
And the last man of this forlorn group did naught except for gain. Giving only to those who gave as how he played the game. The logs held tight in death’s still hands was proof of human sin. They didn’t die from the cold without, they died from the cold within.