In 1968 my father took his white family to an African-American church to worship together with our brothers and sisters in Christ. It was only a few days after Martin Luther King's assassination. As an 8 year-old kid, I didn't think anything about it. We repeated these visits throughout 1968 and beyond. In 1973, Ms. Minnie King brought her African-American family to our white church. And she stayed. Little did I know back then what a revolutionary man my father was, or what an amazing woman Minnie King was. In the midst of turbulent times, they chose to do something awesome: worship Jesus Christ with their blood-bought brothers and sisters without regard to the color of a person's skin.
I am thankful for a nation where people are now being judged on things other than the color of their skin. I am also grateful for men like Mike's father. A man who, in a time when it was unpopular to do so, took a stand for the oppressed. I also wonder who in the body of Christ today will take a stand to correct injustices in our churches and our world. It may be unpopular today, but the next generation will benefit.
In His Grace,