Who would have believed that Michael would grow up to change the world? Surely the odds were stacked against a black baby born in the Old South. It helped that his preacher daddy saw him as a special gift from God. Maybe that’s why this child prodigy entered college at the tender age of 15.
But his early success masked the deep scars of segregation. He first felt the sting of the Southern class system when a white friend invited him home. His playmate’s mother chased Michael away while loudly berating her son for bringing a “colored boy” into the house. By the time he was a teenager, he no longer trusted a religion that looked the other way while folks practiced bigotry. The preacher’s kid dismissed the Bible as myth and rebelled against the church.
Everyone was shocked when he announced that he was off to seminary. But Michael didn’t enter the ministry so much to preach the gospel as to use his pulpit to promote racial justice. He organized bus boycotts and peaceful protests. When redneck sheriffs unleashed their police dogs, he responded, “Throw us in jail, and we shall still love you….Beat us and leave us half dead, and we shall still love you. But be ye assured that we will wear you down by our capacity to suffer.”
Just when it seemed that Michael’s nonviolent protests were finally paying off, the US attorney general ordered an investigation. Secret FBI wiretaps suggested his associations with Communist influences. Agents also uncovered evidence implicating him as a serial adulterer. When his wife found out, she threatened to leave him.
By 1963, many of his impatient followers were deserting to militant groups with slogans like “Burn, baby! Burn!” Michael hit rock bottom when he was thrown in Birmingham City Jail. With plenty of free time, he began to reread the Bible had dismissed as a myth. As he studied letters written by a jailed apostle some 1,900 years earlier, he realized that his hope wasn’t in how much he loved others but in how much his Savior loved him.
Not only did Michael experience a conversion in Birmingham, so did the nation. Violent police reaction to his peaceful protests galvanized America. Not long after, he was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. The name Michael appears on his birth certificate, but history remembers the moniker that his preacher daddy later gave him: Martin. By the time he was assassinated in 1968, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. had unleashed a tidal wave that changed everything.
Every February the United States celebrates his birthday. But maybe you don’t feel like throwing a party, because you still feel the sting of bigotry. Perhaps you are imprisoned in your own jailhouse, shackled to the ball and chain of some disability or disappointment. Could it be that, like Martin, you are deeply aware of you own hidden flaws and failures? Take heart. You just might find courage from a line that Dr. King penned in that Birmingham jail: You must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
Paul wrote in Romans 8:28 (NIV), “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”