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Sometimes the USA Gets it Right – Finally

The Supreme court of the United States has, in one paragraph, made the perfect statement about love, equality and dignity: “No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were. As some of the petitioners in these cases demonstrate, marriage embodies a love that may endure even past death. It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfilment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization’s oldest institutions. They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right.

Hubris (Part Two)

My father was a crusading newspaper editor in Houston, Texas. In the fifties, before the civil rights movement had begun to gain momentum, he publicly supported the first black to run for a position on the school board. This wasn’t about integration. It was just a matter of giving blacks some representation for their own schools. Late on the night of the election, someone set off a small, but potentially fatal bomb in the entrance hall to our apartment after ringing our doorbell. Though at that late hour I had enough sense to stop short of opening the door, I was close enough to recognize the danger and to feel the hatred it represented.
After marriage, I moved to Nashville, Tennessee, where I was part of a relatively affluent social group. One of my Candy Striper, hospital volunteer friends came to a party full of righteous indignation over being asked to carry a black newborn baby out to the car.  More and more I began to feel like a misfit in the life I was leading. So, I looked for ways to concretely work for justice for the disenfranchised. I started by going to a black elementary school to tutor young children having problems learning to read. Eventually, I volunteered for Project Equality, which involved working in the NAACP offices, interviewing, and signing up people that were looking for employment. Then I would go back to my own neighborhood and approach business owners about employing the people I had interviewed. Needless to say, other than jobs for physical labor, I was unsuccessful in my attempts.
By this time, the Civil Rights movement was gaining momentum. I was working in the NAACP offices on the day the Poor Peoples’ March on Washington came through Nashville. The more extremist black groups were in the office that day. It began to seem to me that unless a miracle happened, we were headed for a bloody race war. In hind sight, Martin Luther King and his message of non-violent protest was that miracle.
I began to search for something that would change people, not just laws. I went back to college to study Psychology and could see that it did have the potential for changing people who wanted to change. But, that was the rub. Most people either have no desire to change or can’t admit they need help to change.
About this time a couple who were part of our group of friends, began to talk about Jesus at parties. You could see people moving away, when Judy and Earl came in the door. The next thing we knew, Earl had given up his job in the family business, they were selling their home, and soliciting donations to support them in a full time ministry of evangelism with Campus Crusade for Christ. Most of us figured it was a temporary aberration and hoped they had set up trust funds for their children’s educations.
But, in my heart of hearts, I envied them believing in something enough to give up at least their lifestyle for it.
(to be continued.)