While Spring Break is a time when people often sprint to the beach or the mountains, I decided to do something a little different this year. I wanted to revisit the rich history of the nearby city of Birmingham, Alabama… also known as “Bombingham.”
I was about 8 years old when I first visited the Civil Rights Institute. I still remember vivid details of that memorable, eye-opening experience. I have learned so much more since then, and I believe that plays a major part in making my recent trip all the more valuable.
As planned, I drove to the Civil Rights Institute on Wednesday morning. I met my friend, who also drove to meet me there. Neither of us rode a bus. We didn’t have to walk from our homes. No one told us where we were allowed to sit. It made me think of the small things that we sometimes take for granted. I went to a college and have worked jobs where people of all backgrounds and cultures are present and celebrated. It is a blessing that we are able to work together, live together, and learn together with people of all races and walks of life.
I am so thankful for those that have gone before us, who have fought for equality and justice. I am thankful for those who risked their lives, and lost their lives, so that I would have a better future. Although there are still many areas that need reformation, I am grateful that we are not where we used to be. I am grateful that I have the freedom to use the voice I was given, and tread a way for the generation that is rising now.
“‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.”
Mark 12:30-31 (NIV)