“The Legacy”- Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

The Legacy
Every year we pause to acknowledge the life work of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
And every year I become increasingly aware of how brilliant he was, how deliberate he was and how young he was.
I am older than Dr. King was when he caught the bullet that was intended for him
He was ready
He was not as beloved at the time as he is now
He was radical
He broke laws
He angered politicians
He sacrificed time from his family
He made people uncomfortable
He challenged
He interrupted
He questioned
He showed up
He was a soldier in a war
And his legacy is in the spoils of the battle
This thought leads me to imagine the following:
When the work is done
When the time is up
When you are no longer required to be present
when your voice is an echo locked in a memory
when your fragrance is a familiar scent in a breeze
when your heart is no longer doing the thing that it is doing right now
when your flesh is dust on a mantel
or buried in a field beneath acres of flowers and trees and chiseled poetry
when you are sitting at the feet of your great great-great-great- grandfather
as he enchants you with stories about designing the pyramids
he speaks to you in a language you never heard but fully understand
every table has a feast prepared
everyone greets you with a loving embrace
Princess Diana is giving tours
Rosa Parks and Amelia Earhart are leading Tai Chi in the East
Buddha and Prince are comparing pancake recipes
Jesus and Mohammed are shooting pool and you marvel at how much they look alike
they call each other Brother
You see Dr, King and Coretta holding hands and giggling like teenagers
Your mind is instantly filled with all the answers to all the questions
Joy is permeating through your new body
there are no worries
no rushing no deadlines
no pain or heartache
just joy and peace
and a tiny miniscule barely detectable seed of regret
you begin to wonder what, if any part, of who you were, in that other place, remains
You are summoned
without introduction you are lead down a magnificent hall
and you are suddenly face to face with The Author
you bow and shake and cry and The Author is calm
and nothing like you imagined yet you recognized who it was immediately
you are given your new assignment
“Your regret, Beloved, is of no use here”
You are lead to the Purpose Room
The floor is covered with tiny bundles
Each one wrapped in a material which could best be described as light
Staffers in the room are sprinkling each bundle with -something
Whispering to it
Then they lift it and send it out
You are informed
“These are new lives. The staffers select their parents and dispense their talents; they also decide how much time they get on earth until they have to return to Paradise.
You have a special role. One that is reserved for those who come to Me with any regret. You
will be one of the whisperers you will give them their purpose.”
Before you can ask the question it is answered.
“Each purpose is the same. You will tell them all, to make it better.”
It is my belief that it is each of our assignments to make the world better than how we found it
Our work should be to see the human in each other
To encourage others to see the human in each other
To find a way to lend a hand
To use our gifts as vehicles for liberation
To spend as much time creating as we do consuming
Feeding as often as we are eating
Comforting as often as we are celebrating
Planting as often as we are chopping down
There should be something left of us that breathes when we cannot any longer
Something should be better because we were here
Let’s not arrive to Paradise carrying the useless baggage of regret
Are you serving your purpose?
How much time do you have left?
Lynnette Elizabeth Johnson ®
January 13, 2017

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