http://www.furman.edu/press/pressarchive.cfm?ID=4131Jonathan:
Almost immediately after that last post I came by Divine Coincidence upon my friend Echol Nix of the Furman Religion Department MLKing sermon at Dexter Avenue just a few short weeks ago.
I have had several conversations with Echol at Furman the last couple years. He told me how in High School in Montgomery he was the debating opponent of Eric Motley, the pride of Samford University and an acquaintance of Karl Rove as a Bush appointee in the White House.
Hoping to see Echol when Randall Balmer comes to Furman March 17.
Here is Echol's final poem I leave with you on this Historic Day:
The Apostle Paul made this same point in his address to Athenians, “From one ancestor God made all nations to inhabit the earth.” (Acts 17:26).
In 1961, Dr. King said: In a multi-racial society, no group can make it alone. Our destinies are tied together. And in a sense, all life is inter-related.” There are several senses in which Dr. King is right. Among these include: biophysical, social, economic, and national. He went further to say, “Life is not independent, it is interdependent.
If we can move beyond what divides us, and search for common ground we can better foster a vision of a genuine community which gives space to differences but also loyalty to basic human values such as honesty, compassion, faith, and justice. If we can commit to this vision, we can make this world, a better world for ourselves and for children.
The popular poem “Bridge Builder” comes to mind:
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again will pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide-
Why build a bridge at the eventide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There will come after me today,
[Young people] whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To [them] may a pitfall be. [They], too,
must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I’m building the bridge for [them]."