The wave of Christmas is over and another holiday weekend is here. Martin Luther King, Jr. remembrance day. This is a three day weekend. Hooray!
I have no memories or experiences of blatant segregation in action. I have never seen people being refused a service, or being killed, because of the color of their skin. The humiliation must have been horrible.
Dr. King was a voice in the darkness. A voice of hope. A voice who cried out to God. A voice who was able to bring about change for the betterment of many. A voice who saw wrong and called it wrong. It kind of reminds me of the Hebrews enslaved in Egypt and Moses rising up to bring them into a free life again.
Some may say I could never fully understand what this man did back in his day. I do know what is right and what is wrong. I may not see this holiday with full appreciation, but I will applaud anyone who's desire is that righteousness prevails, even if no one else desires it.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
On a snowy day
...everythings coming up... polka dots!
A few months ago, I was browsing around Michaels craft store. Inevitably winding up in the yarn section, I spotted a small Patons Kroy Socks book that I couldn't shake. It had polka dot socks on the cover and I was enamored.
Of course, I pick up the booklet of wonders, flip through the pages, and carefully set it back in it's holder. After checking over the light-weight yarn suppliers, the fantasy of making up the black dotted beauties fill my thoughts. It can be done! I can make them. I have the needles. I need one varigated skein, I have one skein of the black and would only need one more. I go back to the dance, pick up the book, and put it back again.
A few months ago, I was browsing around Michaels craft store. Inevitably winding up in the yarn section, I spotted a small Patons Kroy Socks book that I couldn't shake. It had polka dot socks on the cover and I was enamored. Of course, I pick up the booklet of wonders, flip through the pages, and carefully set it back in it's holder. After checking over the light-weight yarn suppliers, the fantasy of making up the black dotted beauties fill my thoughts. It can be done! I can make them. I have the needles. I need one varigated skein, I have one skein of the black and would only need one more. I go back to the dance, pick up the book, and put it back again.
Monday, October 18, 2010
He made the stars also...
That sounds simple enough. One short statement about God making the stars. Have you ever gazed at the heavens during a clear night? Or seen the wonders that are set up in the vault of the sky?
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