Soul Mates: Dr. Martin Luther Jr. & Coretta Scott King

Hello World,

As you know, I love to write about love and marriage. In fact, I have dedicated a whole section on my blog to married couples, Soul Mates. While I know that many people do not believe in soul mates, I would like to believe that God has a hand in orchestrating great love stories that end in marriage. Tomorrow, we will officially celebrate the life and contributions of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.  But from Dr. King to President Obama, their wives had a hand in making them great men. While I will never get the opportunity to interview Dr. King and Mrs. Coretta Scott King, I still want to feature their story on my blog. So I have decided to post interesting quotations about their marriage. Read, enjoy and take note…

  • Born and raised in Marion, Alabama, Coretta Scott graduated valedictorian from Lincoln High School. She received a B.A. in music and education from Antioch College in Yellow Springs, Ohio, and then went on to study concert singing at Boston’s New England Conservatory of Music, where she earned a degree in voice and violin. While in Boston she met Martin Luther King, Jr. who was then studying for his doctorate in systematic theology at Boston University. They were married on June 18, 1953, and in September 1954 took up residence in Montgomery, Alabama, with Coretta Scott King assuming the many functions of pastor’s wife at Dexter Avenue Baptist Church. (from The King Center website)
  • While studying music, she met King, then pursuing a PhD at Boston University. “…he was looking for a wife. I wasn’t looking for a husband, but he was a wonderful human being,” she told an interviewer. “I still resisted his overtures, but after he persisted, I had to pray about it…I had a dream, and in that dream, I was made to feel that I should allow myself to be open and stop fighting the relationship. That’s what I did, and of course the rest is history. ” (from About.com)
  • Martin, about their first date: “So you can do something else besides sing? You’ve got a good mind also. You have everything I ever wanted in a woman. We ought to get married someday.” (from About.com)
  • She was studying music at the New England Conservatory of Music in Boston in 1952 when she met a young graduate student in philosophy, who on their first date told her: “The four things that I look for in a wife are character, personality, intelligence and beauty. And you have them all.” A year later, she and Dr. King, then a young minister from a prominent Atlanta family, were married, beginning a remarkable partnership that ended with his assassination in Memphis on April 4, 1968. (from The New York Times)
  • Her first encounter with the man who would become her husband did not begin auspiciously, as recounted in “Parting the Waters,” by Taylor Branch. Dr. King, very much in the market for a wife, called her after getting her name from a friend and announced: “You know every Napoleon has his Waterloo,” he said. “I’m like Napoleon. I’m at my Waterloo, and I’m on my knees.” Ms. Scott, two years his elder, replied: “That’s absurd. You don’t even know me.” (from The New York Times)
  • Still, she agreed to meet for lunch the next day, only to be put off initially that he was not taller. But she was impressed by his erudition and confidence, and he saw in this refined, intelligent woman what he was looking for as the wife of a preacher from one of Atlanta’s most prominent ministerial families. When he proposed, she deliberated for six months before saying yes, and they were married in the garden of her parents’ house on June 18, 1953. The 350 guests, elegant big-city folks from Atlanta and rural neighbors from Alabama, made it the biggest wedding, white or black, the area had ever seen. (from The New York Times)
  • Even before the wedding, she made it clear she intended to remain her own woman. She stunned Dr. King’s father, the Rev. Martin Luther King Sr., who presided over the wedding, by demanding that the promise to obey her husband be removed from the wedding vows. Reluctantly, he went along. After it was over, the bridegroom fell asleep in the car on the way back to Atlanta while the new Mrs. King did the driving. (from The New York Times)
  • “I had no problem being the wife of Martin, but I was never just a wife. In the 1950s, as a concert singer, I performed ‘freedom concerts’ raising funds for the movement. I ran my household, raised my children, and spoke out on world issues. Maybe people didn’t know that I was always an activist because the media wasn’t watching. I once told Martin that although I loved being his wife and a mother, if that was all I did I would have gone crazy. I felt a calling on my life from an early age. I knew I had something to contribute to the world.”  (from The Washington Post)
  • The Kings had four children: Yolanda Denise King (November 17, 1955 – May 15, 2007) (October 23, 1957 in Montgomery, Alabama), Martin Luther King III, Dexter Scott King (January 30, 1961 in Atlanta, Georgia), Bernice Albertine King (March 28, 1963 in Atlanta, Georgia) All four children later followed in their parents’ footsteps as civil rights activists. (from Wikipedia)
  • Scott King became an activist in her own right, as well, carrying messages of international peace and economic justice to organizations around the world. She was the first woman to deliver the Class Day address at Harvard University and the first woman to preach during a service at St. Paul’s Cathedral in London. When King was assassinated outside a motel room in Memphis, Tenn., on April 4, 1968, Scott King channeled her grief into action. Days later, she led a march through the streets of Memphis, and later that year took his place as a leader of the Poor People’s March in Washington, D.C. (from ABC News)
  • And to carry on that legacy, she focused on two ambitious and daunting tasks. The first was to have a national holiday in his honor, the second was to build a nationally recognized center in Atlanta to honor his memory, continue his work and provide a research center for scholars studying his work and the civil rights era. The first goal was achieved despite much opposition in 1983 when Congress approved a measure designating the third Monday in January as an official federal holiday in honor of Dr. King, who was born in Atlanta Jan. 15, 1929. (from The Washington Post)
  • Over 14,000 people gathered for Coretta Scott King’s eight-hour funeral at the New Birth Missionary Baptist Church in Lithonia, Georgia on February 7, 2006 where daughter Bernice King, who is an elder at the church, eulogized her mother. The megachurch, whose sanctuary seats 10,000, was better able to handle the expected massive crowds than Ebenezer Baptist Church, of which Coretta was a member since the early 1960s and which was the site of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s funeral in 1968. (from Wikipedia)

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Are You Ready?

Hello World! 

Yesterday, I was full in Christmas prep mode as a week from yesterday is Dec. 25! As I cleaned my house a bit and got dressed while watching “Miracle on 34th Street,” for the first time, I quickly got in the mood for some guerrilla warfare type shopping and I even enlisted R to help me navigate my designated territory – Perimeter Mall and surrounding shops.

Since R is a man, he has no real tolerance for the art of shopping…But I must admit he was a real trooper yesterday and even helped me to knock off more than half of my Christmas list by 12 a.m., which is when we left the last store of the day or night actually…After we walked through the entirety of Perimeter Mall three times, he loudly declared that it was time to go and that’s why he did not like going shopping with women anyway. I tried to explain to him that shopping has a strategy that  must be obeyed, a strategy that he thoroughly disapproves of – if a woman sees something she likes and wants to buy it, it’s not a done deal until she has visited at least three other stores. He said it’s a waste of time because inevitably a woman will buy the first thing she saw anyway and wasted time by visiting the other stores. I explained to him that a woman has to be convinced that she has the best spoils of the war if you will, and the only way it can be done is to survey the entire landscape before capturing her prey…

Still with all of our debate, it was a productive and fun day and I’m starting to really feel ready for Christmas…But my materialistic readiness for Christmas is not the only thing I am pondering as the days before Christmas slip by…I am pondering if I am spiritually ready to welcome Jesus in my heart again this year. I’ve been a Christian for several years now, but as well as know, we must periodically ask ourselves if we are progressing in our Christian walk or are we stagnant or are we even regressing….It’s definitely something that must be considered on a regular basis, particularly at this time of the year.

One of the ways that I check myself is to consider if I am truly living my life as Jesus did while he was here on earth. About a month ago around Thanksgiving, I was touched when as I returned to my car in a parking lot after work, I noticed that several people had set up a mobile restaurant outside the back of a pickup truck and were serving hot food and drinks to some of the homeless people in the area. I am sure those people appreciated the hot food and drinks as it was very cold that day.  As all Christians know, Jesus was known for His kind works to people less fortunate than Him. If I am to be like Jesus, I must make time for people who do not have what I have – materially or otherwise….Here is a verse to consider…“The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.” Matthew 25:40

It is also important to consider the condition of our hearts which can be off center in spite of outward acts of kindness and other good deeds. I am no doctor obviously, but I would imagine that heart surgery is much more difficult than stitching up a gash for example. I say that because inventorying the condition of your heart has to be more difficult than determining if you are making time to serve others. I mean you are even serving others or you are not. But the heart is entirely different matter altogether…I’m no minister, but I imagine that we can give ourselves a heart check by asking ourselves if we are really seeking His will for our lives or are we making living our lives according to our own plan and designs. When I was a little girl, I was scared to get baptized for a long time because I thought God would call me to be a missionary and I would be forced to live in primitive conditions with little access to modern comforts. I greatly respect missionaries but I truly thank God, He has not called me to make that particular sacrifice…But trust and believe that since God made the ultimate sacrifice of His son for our sins, a Christian life will involve some sacrifice. Another way to inventory our innards is to determine if we have allowed sin to creep into our lives. Are we trying to explain away little white lies? Are we gossiping?  Are we twisting scripture to justify wrongdoing? Here is a verse to consider…”Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!'” Matthew 7:22-24

Another way to inventory our readiness for Jesus is to ask ourselves are we really telling others about Him. Now that I have become an official cheap skate, I am elated when others tell me how to get a deal on ANYTHING…I was in the dollar store a while ago to buy some paper supplies. I noticed a woman choosing some paper supplies that did not seem to be as great deal as the paper supplies that I had selected. I blurted out, “Did you see this item? It has more in there for the same price as the item that you picked up.” She laughed and said, “I was just about to tell you that even though this item has less in it, it lasts much longer than the item that has more in it.” I said, “Really? I will try it.” She was right. And that is what it’s like when you have some good news, you cannot keep it to yourself! For all practical purposes, it would seem that I share about Jesus all of the time since my faith in God is the focus of this blog. And that is true to a certain degree, but I have the hardest time actually talking about what I write about…I guess because though I have known Jesus for many years, I have never seen Him…One of my new favorite Christian authors puts it this way…

I felt as if believing in God was no more rational than having an imaginary friend. They have names for people who have imaginary friends, you know. They keep them in special hospitals. Maybe my faith in God was form of insanity. Maybe I was losing my marbles. I start out believing in Christ, and the next thing you know I am having tea with the Easter Bunny or waltzing with my toaster, shouting, “The redcoats are coming! ” This is from “Blue Like Jazz” by Donald Miller

But the thing is, though I have never seen Jesus, I have experienced Him for years, and I have journal after journal to prove it. At this time of the year, I have to ask myself if I have shaken off my fear of looking like an idiot and shared the best news of my life – that my God loves me and He loves you too. Here is a verse to consider…“And then He told them, ‘Go into all the world and preach the Good News to everyone.'” Matthew 16:15

Anywho, I guess if I were a theologian, I could come up with more tests to inventory our readiness for Jesus, but I am not so I will close now…but I will say something my father, who is a theologian, likes to point out each year…On Christmas, it always exciting to tear through the wrapping paper so that we can see the gifts that our loved ones have given us. But before long, maybe even by the end of the day, our excitement will have waned and we will be as we were before…But if we have received the gift of Jesus, we will never be like what we were before and our excitement grows as we get to know Him more and more…

Jesus is the reason for the season…Are you ready?

Any thoughts?

P.S. Watch Vanessa Williams of Richard Smallwood’s group “Vision” tear up “Oh How He Loves You and Me.”

Christmas & Children Go Together aka Jackie Loves The Kids!

Hello World!

As I contemplate my Christmas plans, it seems like whatever I plan, nothing will bring the immense joy that I felt as a child at Christmas time. I love to watch my nephew opening up his gifts on Christmas. It’s as if each gift he opens potentially possesses the keys to life, and he must ravage each package in his yearly quest. Every year, I get him a remote control car at his request and months later, the car has disappeared or no longer working properly. This year, he has requested a remote control truck. I guess at 9 years old, it’s time for an upgrade…lol…I plan to get my 2-year-old niece a doll for Christmas this year. I hope she relishes dolls as much as I did when I was a little girl. She probably doesn’t get the whole Christmas gift thing right now, but I look forward to the day when she starts making requests as her older brother does…Christmas & children really go together…

Aside from the whole gift giving thing, people also relish the singing voices of children at this time of the year that is not duplicated any other time of the year (unless you are Willow Smith ). And so in this post, I hope these Christmas songs sung by children or for children will bring a smile to your face today…

“Happy Birthday Jesus” is sung by the children of the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir. This song is achingly sweet…

This is “Carol of the Bells” by the Ishmel Sisters. These cute girls have got it going on! Go girls! Look out Willow! You have some competition!

And what would Christmas be without the “Chipmunk song (Christmas Don’t Be Late)?” This song is guaranteed to make me giggle and remember the almost annual long road trip my family and I take to Memphis to celebrate Christmas with my cousins. It always comes on the radio while my family and I are making the trip.