Not Quite How We Thought

How many times will I come to this place, realizing my complacency? Do I care enough to stand up and fight for myself or will I forever half heartedly stagger toward what my heart cries for? Will I one day stand up and run forward, or will I forever be shot with the piercing lies of inferiority that could so easily could be stopped by the shield that I pointlessly hold at my side? I am here again Lord, and I wonder, if I cry to you will I get up? Do I really mean this or do I just laze around talking? What good is faith without action? Oh Lord I am unclean, lift me up, walk with me and hold my hand. My desire is for you. My desire is to seek you all the days of my life. You are the one my heart longs for.

posted by Christa @ 7:47 AM 6 comments

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.

We all need to have a dream and believe in it.

posted by Christa @ 10:26 AM 3 comments