On Monday this week, I marched along with thousands of others in honor and memory of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. The diversity of voices from inquisitive preschoolers to wise elders filled my ears with hope and love and justice.
This morning, I am reposting a forgotten essay written three years ago. I am amazed by the ongoing journey of how we find our own voices and what growing grace farm has become to mine.
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
~Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Almost 7 years ago, I sent an email to a friend. She was in the midst of many challenges, and I wanted to be of support to her. I didn’t know exactly what to say, but as a lover of quotes, I found someone else’s words that seemed to fit, and I sent them to her. That continued for several days until I received word from her that she’d shared the emails with another friend who asked if I’d mind including her.
Time passed, and the quotes grew into personal meditations, and one friend grew into a list of followers. By the time I started this blog, the words I’d found, both others and my own, had touched the lives of many.
Now while this may not seem so miraculous to you, especially if you are a blogger, what you need to know is that in college, I had a professor who told me that I would never be a writer. And along the way, I’ve had other folks suggest that I should just keep quiet rather than beg the questions related to social injustice.
From that first email until this blog post, I have been been searching to find my voice and express it so that my words could draw attention to things that matter–environmental sustainability, spiritual formation, community service, and so on.
On this day, Americans celebrate a man revered for the power of his words–words that challenged a nation and comforted a people. Words filled will passion while spoken with compassion.
And so, as I continue my journey to share my voice, I am grateful to have the words of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. as a reminder that we we must not be silent. Regardless of how few or small our voices, what we say matters. Whether it be to one, some or many, we make a difference.
In closing, I’d like to express my gratitude for those who have stopped by growing grace farm to read about what we are doing here and how our lives our changed by this place. You have offered me a forum to explore what environmentalism and spirituality mean to my soul, and in that sense, you have given me a gift every day. Thank you.