Courage to Follow

Editor’s Note: I write today from New Haven, CT, where I spoke last evening at St Thomas More Chapel, the Catholic community at Yale University, on the topic of “Real Presences: Racial Solidarity and Communion with the Dead.” The welcome was very warm, the talk I think well-received, and the Q/A with students and older attendees alike was very rich. I will follow-up in a future post with some of my impressions and lessons learned during 2014 from the handful of venues that I’ve been invited to speak both locally and around the country on race. For me 2014 was a remarkable year of getting a feel for the pulse of various communities on the ground around the race question.

What follows here is a reprise of my post on MLK Day last year. Hard to believe a year has passed, but this meditation reflects my feelings as much today as it did last year. My thanks to all readers of Hope Sings–both the book and the blog–for your commitment and support.

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“In our world today there are some prophets like John the baptizer, who are spectacular. They prepare our hearts to see Jesus. . . Yesterday, as today, John the Baptizer is calling people to be attentive to the presence of Jesus .”

 ~ Jean Vanier, founder of L’Arche communities for developmentally disabled persons

Ten days before a bullet cut short the spectacular life of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel, said of King: “Where in America do we hear a voice like the voice of the prophets of Israel? Martin Luther King, Jr. is a voice, a vision and a way. The whole future of America will depend on the impact and influence of Dr. King.” Like John the Baptist pointing to the Lamb of God (see John 1:29-34), Rabbi Heschel could not have known just how prophetic his own words would prove to be, especially in the wake of King’s martyrdom. Like lightning from heaven, both beautiful and dangerous, King’s legacy continues to call our attention to the Christ who hides in every mother’s child, especially the poor and imprisoned, the marginalized and hopeless.

Though they came from very different backgrounds—King, a gifted preacher nurtured in the womb of the black Baptist church in the deep American south; Heschel, a mystic and brilliant scholar torn from the womb of the European Hasidic community, as his mothers and sisters and a whole people were consumed in the Holocaust—the two became close friends, partners in the conviction that racism in all its forms is the highest form of blasphemy. For both men the struggle for human dignity and civil rights, no matter how high the cost, is a moral and theological imperative. After marching arm in arm with Dr. King from Selma to Montgomery, Rabbi Heschel famously said of the experience, “I felt my feet were praying.”

As readers of Hope Sings, So Beautiful know, there was a long period in my own life—some 30 years—when I would have to say of African Americans, and certainly of my fellow black Catholics, “I did not know them.” Less than three miles from the cathedral parish of my youth in Lexington Kentucky, there was and still is a thriving black Catholic church. I’m embarrassed to say I had no idea there was such a thing. There are some four million Catholics of African descent in the United States. I did not know them. Nor was I ever taught the extraordinary history of black Catholic sisters, priests, and lay parishioners across the country, who kept the faith so often in the face of breathtaking racism and discrimination.

The veil of my ignorance began to be lifted some twenty years ago when my family joined a black Catholic community in Denver, and the relationships we formed there transformed my whole way of experiencing the church, indeed, my whole way of being Catholic. How often since then, in black Catholic churches in three different cities, I have felt the Spirit rising and descending like a dove, and something deep in my heart stirring, as if to say, here are my beloved children on whom my favor rests. Can you see them? Do you know them? Will you share their joys and sorrows?

It is a crucial opening, to be sure, when a child of privilege, like myself, begins to recognize Christ in the stranger, Christ alive, Christ joyful, Christ suffering. But is it enough? At a moment in our social history when the crosses of debilitating poverty, underemployment, egregious health and wealth disparities, failing schools, mass incarceration, gun violence and so many other symptoms of social dysfunction bear down so heavily and disproportionately on peoples of color, is it enough to profess my indebtedness to the black community for all it has taught me about the life of faith?

Today I read almost daily about the struggles of black, Appalacian and immigrant communities here in Cincinnati, in neighborhoods very close to mine. I see, I feel, I pray. I teach classes. I write articles and books. But my gaze, I fear, is still an outsider’s gaze. I have not yet learned how to pray with my feet, as Heschel prayed, with my whole self on the line. And here, in the silent womb of prayer, I feel King and Heschel, no less than St. John the Baptist, staring me square in the face, loving me, and asking, What will you do? Will you follow?

“Religion begins,” says Heschel, “with the consciousness that something is asked of us.” Where once our hearts were closed, our minds rigid, our imaginations paved over with fear, apathy, or cynicism, the saints and prophets break them open, and show us that there are still many more beautiful pages to be written.


On this day of remembrance and thanksgiving for the extraordinary life and witness of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., let us pray for one another, each with our own beautiful gifts to share, for the grace to discover Christ in the world, and the courage to follow.

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