Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Someone Cares

Every year, National Public Radio replays Martin Luther King, Jr.'s "I have a Dream" speech. They may have last year, but we wouldn't have known it-the local station succumbed to Pittsburgh weather and went silent for a while.
Undaunted, our seven-year old daughter Grace asked her mother Sandee if she knew the speech. Sandee said she did, and it made her cry whenever she heard the speech.
"Me, too," Grace said.
"Oh?" Sandee asked. "You heard it."
"Yeah. But I heard it when he first said it."
Sandee paused. "Dr. King gave that speech when I was a little girl, so I'm not sure how you heard it."
"I remember it," Grace insisted. "I heard it when I was with Jesus and the Angels."
Listen, I can't make this stuff up. Thing is, I'm not sure Grace can either. I wasn't in heaven in 1963- I was too busy terrorizing my parents-so who's to say? But wouldn't it make sense that they would have paused to listen? Imagine all the heavenly hosts gathered around as one man on earth made a simple, simply amazing request: that his four little children be judged not by the color of their skin buty by the content of their character.
I have it on good authority that Jesus and all the angels like that line.
-Mark collins