I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. ≈ Psalm 139:14
“Black History Month, or National African American History Month, is an annual celebration of achievements by Black Americans and a time for recognizing the central role of African Americans in U.S. history. The event grew out of ‘Negro History Week’ the brainchild of noted historian Carter G. Woodson and other prominent African Americans. Since 1976, every U.S. president has officially designated the month of February as Black History Month” (History.com, 2017).
So, as we celebrate Black history… and honor the accomplishments of African Americans. Let us remember that we are all… wonderfully and uniquely made by God. Thanks… to all the African Americans who dared to excel… who challenged to go beyond a given persona… because they possessed their own identity.
Let us remember the sacrifices of those who are no longer here. Let us cherish those who stand and defend liberty each day. Let us protect those who are vulnerable among us. Let us continue onward, as exemplified by the wisdom of James Weldon Johnson’s poem.
The Gift to Sing
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day—
I softly sing.
And if the way grows darker still,
Shadowed by Sorrow’s somber wing,
With glad defiance in my throat,
I pierce the darkness with a note,
And sing, and sing.
I brood not over the broken past,
Nor dread whatever time may bring;
No nights are dark, no days are long,
While in my heart there swells a song,
And I can sing.
by James Weldon Johnson
Black History Month… appreciating those who dared to dream and lift their voices with the harmony of words and deeds for the good of all. May we continue to dream and raise our voices …for those things [that]are true, that are honest, that are just, that are pure, that are lovely, that are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things (Philippians 4:8). May we all have the gift to sing as we dare to dream…
God Bless… I am Wiley’s granddaughter.