Nothing worked. Nothing could calm him down:
“On the other end was an ugly voice,” he recounted in a speech he gave in Chicago more than a decade later. “That voice said to me, in substance, ‘Nigger, we are tired of you and your mess now. And if you aren’t out of this town in three days, we’re going to blow your brains out and blow up your house.'”
King went to his kitchen to try to calm himself, reflecting on the theology he had learned as a student. He meditated on his beautiful little girl and lovely wife and how they could be taken from him at any moment.
“Something said to me, you can’t call on Daddy now, he’s up in Atlanta a hundred and seventy-five miles away,” he said. “You can’t even call on Mama now. You’ve got to call on that something in that person that your Daddy used to tell you about. That power that can make a way out of no way. And I discovered then that religion had to become real to me and I had to know God for myself.”
King bowed his head over a cup of coffee and asked for help from God. “And it seemed at that moment that I could hear an inner voice saying to me, ‘Martin Luther, stand up for righteousness, stand up for justice, stand up for truth. And lo I will be with you, even until the end of the world.”He went on to say that Jesus “promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone.”via CNN
Then, he got up and kept going.
I think much of life is the decision to simply put one foot in front of the other, despite the odds; inspite of what might seem insurmountable.
But, the most important moments in our history — and in our own lives — necessarily involve people, ordinary people just like you and me, who decide to keep going.
So, let’s do that. Don’t stop, don’t quit. The journey is calling.