Long Live the King

January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968

40 years ago today. In the same month I turn 40.

I find it odd that all the pictures in my head of him are black and white.

Why is it that so many cities have a street named after him and it is usually in what is called “the bad part of town?”

He received his Doctorate of Philosophy in Systematic Theology from Boston University, Boston, Massachusetts on June 5, 1955. What would his latest book be about if he were still alive?

What would his take on the church be? Pop culture? Gangsta rap?

How would he utilize the web?

Would he have been the first black president? Would he have even run?

What would he be standing for right now if he were alive (he would be 79)? Much has changed and . . . not much has changed.

He was nearly stabbed to death ten years prior to his assassination. He was stoned in the streets of Harlem. Why did people want him to die so bad?

One man come in the name of love
One man come and go.
One man come he to justify
One man to overthrow.

In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.

One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resist
One man washed up on an empty beach
One man betrayed with a kiss.

In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.

Early morning, April four
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky.
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride.

In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.

Pride (In the Name of Love) by U2