Cherish Inappropriately, or Honour Inadequately?

There's something very meaningful about the anniversary of Martin Luther King's death falling in Lent. Maybe it's because I've been studying the topic of eucharist as a Meal of Reconciliation, or maybe it's the whole pursuing a cause that you know may end in your death thing, but it just struck me this year as... apt.

I find it difficult to talk about MLK without sounding cheesy. I wrote about Nora[sic] Parks on October 25th, last year, and I'm afraid that I came across like a little star-struck school-kid. I guess it's difficult to speak about something of true meaning without sounding like an unreflective fanatic. And, ironically, that does a real disservice to those people and events that inspire us. It's as tasteless as saying, "Martin Luther King? Yeah, he was cool."

So, that's the difficulty we face: to cherish inappropriately, or honour inadequately? To risk saying too much and being left with empty words, or saying nothing and being left with empty air.

[via Leaving Munster]