Today, on the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., I find myself reflecting on dreams. We all have dreams. I have them. The powerful dreams are those that are shared and actually propel humanity to Our Highest Purpose.
It’s inspiring to see the number of friends on Facebook that are posting links and videos to commemorate the life of MLK.
Here’s a link to Letter from Birmingham Jail.
When searching for a photo in the public domain of MLK, I came across this one on wikipedia of Rosa Parks with him in the background.
Appropriate I thought because this morning, on Facebook, the first post I saw was a photo of MLK with a photo of Gandhi in the background on the wall behind him.
We are all connected and every courageous action we take that is honoring our humanity can inspire and act as a support and a foundation for others – a kind of Pay it Forward catalyst for inspiration.
My husband came home last night touched by a story he heard on NPR. Here’s the link in case you want to read it for yourself.
In short, it is the story of the struggle to find a vein inside a man scheduled to be executed by lethal injection.
What have we come to? Who gives us the right to kill in cold blooded pre-meditation? And, if something like this happens where is our sense of wonder about divine intervention? Are we being given the opportunity to ponder our acts and perhaps see where our humanity has gone astray?
In the comments section of the article, I came across this post. It holds a pretty powerful mirror to us. Of course it’s only one side… but it’s one I feel compelled to post here.
|David Gentry-Akin (davidvgentry) wrote:
I have long felt that the death penalty was evil; that it was a sign of the utter bankruptcy of our culture. What does it do the souls of the prison personnel who are asked to participate in such a heinous process? Killing is certainly wrong, but to kill with such cold, calculating premediation cannot but inflict enormous psychic violence on the souls of the people involved. Years ago, the lawyer of a mentally retarded inmate was interviewed on NPR after witnessing the execution of his client. I can still hear him through his tearful sobs, saying that this act ‘diminishes us all’. His words still haunt me. If this is not evil, I do not know what evil is.
Thursday, September 17, 2009 2:36:15 AM
I’m haunted by this story. I feel it’s enormous weight on my soul. I want to remain open but can’t find that place where I can support Capital Punishment and still be true to my own self. In what way do I contribute to this reality where there are victims, perpetrators, judges…?