Yesterday during the offertory at church, the song "We Shall Overcome" was played. It was the closest we came to mentioning Dr. King in our service. I began to cry. I cannot explain exactly why I was so moved except to tell a bit of my story.
If you have looked at the About section of my website you know some of my story. Here is more.
My parents moved to Atlanta in 1964 and volunteered for Mennonite Central Committee. The communal home they lived in was on the street behind Dr. King's home, so their backyard and his backyard had a corner in common. My parents never actually met Dr. King but they did meet Coretta. My older brother and sister played with Dr. King's children.
The local elementary school was black. The school system wanted to bus my brother to a white school. My parents said no. I am not sure what all happened, but I do know there is a framed picture on my parent's wall from the Atlanta newspaper of my father walking my brother to school on the first day. Here are some of the photos from that day.
If you have looked at the About section of my website you know some of my story. Here is more.
My parents moved to Atlanta in 1964 and volunteered for Mennonite Central Committee. The communal home they lived in was on the street behind Dr. King's home, so their backyard and his backyard had a corner in common. My parents never actually met Dr. King but they did meet Coretta. My older brother and sister played with Dr. King's children.
The local elementary school was black. The school system wanted to bus my brother to a white school. My parents said no. I am not sure what all happened, but I do know there is a framed picture on my parent's wall from the Atlanta newspaper of my father walking my brother to school on the first day. Here are some of the photos from that day.
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