I stole this from Marko who stole it from someone else. Very interesting! I am still not one of the 150 million-plus users. Looks like I better get moving.
What a day! The most historical one I have thus far endured. Not because my citizenship is American but because my humanity is common. Who was not moved who watched the inauguration of President Barack Obama? Moved by the soul, the oratory, the sense of history, the meaning of destiny, leadership, and even moved by the sadness of the moments.
When Aretha Franklin got up to sing My Country ‘Tis of Thee my mind went back to the Tremont Temple Baptist Church, the first integrated church in America, and I thought of my black friends who taught me the depth of the human soul to sing, and make poetry, to dance and make the body sway. This was the church that grew me up and I thought of my African-American friends, and aunts and uncles and I joined with them, from the far-reaching miles, to say Amen! Now we can say free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty, we’re free at last.
And then the oratory – glowing, brilliant, courageous, and bright – came running down the corridors of history right into the shining sunlight of January 20, 2009. There was leadership in this voice and person and I could not for one moment kick the feeling that I was listening, we were listening, to a great world leader in the making. And there was a deep sense of destiny. That truly we have One who guides our lives to a greater purpose than even we understand we are capable of if we are open to it.
Sadness peaked its head too, at least for me. It came in the frame of George W. Bush. Didn’t he look small to you? Gray and old and frail. A broken leader who at some level must have given his best and his all. And now it has come to an end. Watching him took me back again to the Tremont Temple Baptist Church and the day Charles Hendricks, my pastor for 20 years, left us on the steps of the Temple. Every time I look at former President Bush I think of Charles Hendricks. They look alike. And they both left broken, but having given what they knew to give. And that to me is sad. So long, W. One way or the other you will be remembered.
But, in the majestic words of Reverend Lowery, who stood with Dr. King, we lift every voice and sing! This is a great new day for the United States and the world. And, under God’s watchful eye and guiding hand, under our True and Only King, the Majestic and Almighty, we continue down this corridor of history and I am grateful that I lived to see this day.