from 1 king to another

a couple of days removed from the remembrance of a king & i'm left to treasure the gift that i never could've dreamt of some years ago. racial inequality was never a concern of mine nor was the n-word ever too far from my ignorant lips. but i've grown to learn from my past & my kids as well, especially of late.


cam came home yesterday from a grey & rain soaked world w/a head full of the dream that would lead an improved society from it's impoverished, pale past, into a color blind future where all stand on even ground in front of their creator. he had been filled w/details on the king that would lead this charge into an unseen, but highly sought after future. how he lived & more sadly & importantly why he died.


i then saw his handy work on a connect the dot version of the king's head that just so happened to be filled in w/no less than 10 different colors. it was pretty creative i thought, but just couldn't help but ask cam why. he said that most of his classmates choice to simply color the king brown, but that he used many different colors because he wanted to.


he went on to say that that's the way the god likes people...

all kinds of different colors...

so that's why he likes to draw them that way...

this particular king didn't die in vain. his dream is alive & well. it continues to grow & progress in the most unlikely of places. just the way that god likes.

reminds me of another king & dream that is alive, well & flourishing in the most unlikely of places...