It’s Saturday and Friday was full so I’ve moved my five minutes to Saturday
— where I’ve set aside time to write with absolute abandon.
Why? Because it’s Five Minute Friday at Lisa-Jo’s and
that’s what hundreds of us do on Friday, or Saturday.
So time to start the ticker and write for
a full five minutes full-out without editing or correcting
on just one word —
As I read the word “reflect,” all I could think was that I had been in a time of reflection since I heard the words: “Nelson Mandela is dead at the age of 95.”
Reflections of a man whose smile reached right into my heart. Whose character and faith were strong enough to forgive his captors and abusers. Whose will to live was stronger than that of many people who have never undergone such horrible experiences.
As I continued to reflect on Mandela, I also traveled back to a time in my home state of Tennessee. It was the day Martin Luther King was assassinated. I was newly married and living on the edge of the Vanderbilt University campus. Not too far away was an African-American neighborhood.
That night those people were hurting in that neighborhood, and as a result, I experienced my first riot. Up and down our alley they ran. I suppose as a young white woman in the middle of the South at a time when racial issues were at their peak I should have been afraid. I was home alone.
But God was with me, and I could understand the pain and grief that my neighbors were experiencing. The same grief that was felt when Mandela was arrested and thrown in prison to spend the next 27 years there.
The only difference between the two men — men who wanted justice, equality, freedom from oppression, and who could spread love and joy through a smile — is that one dealt with the injustices inside four walls and in a rock yard at hard labor, and the other departed this life to continue his work with God in Heaven above.
Reflecting at times like these is a gift. We should use it more often.
Note: This verse from Psalm 30:5 was included in Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream Speech.” I believe it speaks clearly to both men’s lives and the pathway they each followed.
Lots of folks come together to do this every Friday.
Want to read what some of them have written today?
Click on the image below and enjoy!
- Five Minute Friday: REFLECT (writingcanvas.wordpress.com)
- Reflect – Five Minute Friday (thehopejourney.wordpress.com)
- Five Minute Friday (moreatforty.wordpress.com)