Today is the inauguration and I am delighted and concerned at the same time.

If I Can Dream

God bless America, with a good Black President, with hope to grow in right and goodness, with fruition of more of the lifelong prayers of the godly people who have sought seemingly impossible dreams. It was impossible and we have grown to see it become possible and then probable and now true. It is a like a dream. God bless America and make it true that we are undoing the seeds of hatred and violence that we have sown into the world in which we live. I think of Mu today, I heard from Uncle Charles that she didn't attend the wedding of him and Aunt Jackie for the grief of lamenting the loss of Uncle Sonny. Isn't that always the way for the bereaved mother? She cannot see the joy of the day for the living, in the midst of the grief for the loss that she is feeling. My heart is in bed today with the joy of the second term of my highest hope of my earliest of life. The remembrance of Martin Luther King and the hope that he ignited in our infant hearts. Where is the content of our character? Where is the allegiance of character that was also stoked at that flame? Not just a Black President is Barack Obama, he is a very educated man. Not just an educated man, a good orator, a strong leader, a handsome representative, a model family member. I am grateful for these things, but some of the biblical expectations of moral character are allied to his beauty and this keeps me in my pajamas, like Mu today. He, like uncle Charles is marrying a beautiful dream and I can't be there, because my "sonny" {so to speak}is not in my arms. I hope you can understand this diverse thought. God bless America and grow us to be more than a beautiful dream. Righteousness exalteth a nation.