We are often drawn to material success, enamored with the visible triumphs of influential Christians. Such sublime blessedness can make it hard to remember that change is costly. Sincere proponents of improvement are hard to understand, and thus easily criticized and rejected until at last, results are birthed.
That birth comes after death. In every case it comes after the death of something; a misled mind, a shameful practice or policy.
Dr. King died suddenly and unfairly.
But before he died, and after, he killed some things that needed to die.
The legacy of Martin Luther King now seems glamorous. It is not always easy to eulogize a person who pays the price for change until some time after decease. Never forget: declaring his birthday a national holiday met with formidable resistance. From this we learn that our mission is our mission, and if it is glorious, we cannot chase selfish glory.
“I have traveled many weary miles. I have faced danger from flooded rivers and from robbers. I have faced danger from my own people, the Jews, as well as from the Gentiles. I have faced danger in the cities, in the deserts, and on the stormy seas. And I have faced danger from men who claim to be Christians but are not. I have lived with weariness and pain and sleepless nights. Often I have been hungry and thirsty and have gone without food. Often I have shivered with cold, without enough clothing to keep me warm.” (II Corinthians 11:26-27)