The fog was heavy while we were driving home from church yesterday. We joked about how mysterious it felt outside, like we were Scooby and the gang, in the mystery machine. Fog like this is unusual in Dallas. We couldn’t see the tops of buildings, street lights or signs. If we weren’t very familiar with the route, it would’ve been difficult to navigate.
That’s the thing about fog.
It distorts our vision. It confuses our perception. It doesn’t actually change the landscape, but it can easily hide reality.
It will paralyze you, if you let it.
You can sit still, waiting to make a move until it lifts. OR you can stand up and head in the direction you know is right, whether or not the path is clear. Even despite impending danger.
That’s exactly what Dr. King did.
Sure, it was foggy. There were so many who still couldn’t clearly see the value and equality of all humanity. Walking …