I arrived early at the Goodwin Memorial Baptist Church to experience the full measure of the Praise time music and call to worship. To say it was uplifting is do to it a disservice. It is a coming together in song and spirit that carries through and touches everyone blessed to be there.
The Deacons and Deaconesses are dressed in black suits, the latter in fabulous hats. I watched as the father of a young women receiving her baptism discreetly wiped a tear as he returned to his seat. I listened as Rev. Dr. James Jackson first asks us to contemplate if God was fair. Then, within a powerful message of redemption he humanized our brokenness.
Note – Just when I managed to get the audio on track, I totally missed the effect of the back lighting and camera angle. Please bear with it as Dr. Jackson’s message is well worth it.
And because, not once, but twice today, Langston Hughes was recited to me in two unrelated interactions, I leave you with this,
DEMOCRACY, by Langston Hughes
Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Through compromise and fear.
I have as much right
As the other fellow has
On my two feet
And own the land.
I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.
Is a strong seed
In a great need.
I live here, too.
Today was my midpoint. It is a lovely political reality that a cross country road trip can focus on deeply conservative states in one direction and a neatly aligned set of swing states in the other. Today I spent my transition day in Washington DC.
This is me, in full uniform with my GoPro at the ready, no makeup and comfy cow pants. Life is good.
Lots has changed in the last 4 years, but without question my favorite is the addition of the new Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture. The building (on my left) is spectacular, but the sight of the families in line to enter, most with 3 or more generations together to share the experience was indescribable.
Just outside of Washington DC, I happened upon a group of motorcyclists en route to Philadelphia. These guys were having a blast and I just could not resist,
Kurt – Please forgive me, you are so tall and I messed up the framing.
This was a rare morning with familiar faces at the breakfast table. I was able to meet up with my partner Steve and stayed last night in Richmond, Virginia with his sister Nancy and her husband Tom. It has been a lovely step off my journey, but also a chance to align with voices that mean a lot to me.
Our subject this morning drifted to the nature of discourse. That the easiest emotion to access and to drive an argument is fear. It turns out that not only do we hear a lot of that in the media (and from one candidate in particular), my observation is that it has made its way into how to address each other. But then I met Tamara.
A veteran, wife and mother, we share the same alma mater – Go Spartans! Originally from Seattle, she has lived an remarkable life for her young age. Not only was her well-considered world view apparent, so was her heart. Her words and her spirit created one of the best moments to date.