Il y a presque 50 ans…

rêver … au milieu des tensions d’aujourd’hui

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain and the crooked places will be made straight and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together. »

04/02/2011

Une Réponse pour “Il y a presque 50 ans…”

  1. Redigé par Lecteur et acolyte:

    On a fait quelques pas vers ce rêve.

    Bien sûr, le verre est à moitié plein ou à moitié vide selon l’œil de celui qui regarde. Mais il était vide quand on a tiré sur Martin Luther King.

    Il est bel et bon de se souvenir de ce rêve, de celui qui l’a fait, et de Celui qui l’a inspiré, un frère par le baptême.

    Et après s’être rafraichi la mémoire, de regarder tout homme comme Dieu le regarde, Lui qui a fait toutes choses avec sagesse et par amour.