Each year my prayer group goes on retreat in January, specifically Martin Luther King Jr's birthday weekend. As I am preparing for this year's retreat, I'm struck by that particular date. We didn't choose it. The retreat we attend has been on that date for much longer than we have been together. Every year I am amazed that adult busy women carve time out for each other in this wintry month. I've been struggling with my illness this week and yet I am not going to miss this!
But I wonder. I wonder what Dr. King would have thought about our retreat. Almost entirely made up of white and relatively wealthy women. Sometimes we don't even mention the significance of the day. I wonder if Dr. King is our hero too? Should he be or is that just another instance of white people overwhelming the voices of people of color? I'm grateful for this challenge to my comfy tradition.
"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." --Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.