Here's a tribute we played this morning from Dr Tim Clinton:
January 28th…1957…his church bombed …hundreds of death threats and facing arrest…a terrified 28 year old pastor sat alone at midnight in his kitchen …the phone rang…another death threat…”we’re gonna blow your brains out and bomb your house.”
The young pastor was an emotional wreck…and was ready to quit and run…
Listen to what he wrote about that night…
“…I was religious, I grew up in the church. I’m the son of a preacher…my grandfather was a preacher, my great grandfather was a preacher…
The church meant something very real to me, but it was a kind of inherited religion and I had never felt an experience with God in the way that you must if you’re going to walk the lonely paths of this life.
I sat there and thought about a beautiful little daughter…and a dedicated, loyal wife…and they could be taken from me or I could be taken from them…
I couldn’t take it any longer. I was weak. Something said to me you’ve got to call on that something in that Person your Daddy used to tell you about.
And I discovered that religion had to become real to me…I had to know God for myself.
I prayed out loud, ‘Lord, I’m down here trying to do what’s right. But I’m weak,
I’m faltering, I’m losing my courage. And I can’t let the people see me like this…”
“…at that moment I could hear an inner voice saying to me, ‘Martin Luther, stand up for righteousness. Stand up for justice. Stand up for truth. And lo, I will be with you, even until the end of the world.’ I heard the voice of Jesus saying still to fight on. He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone. No never alone.
Almost at once, my fears began to go. My uncertainty disappeared. I went to bed no longer worried about the threats.”
This is Tim Clinton.
And that’s an excerpt from a sermon that very few people know about…
by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.. A man of eloquence, intelligence,
Anxiety, fear, and worry…who in weakness was made strong in Jesus…to turn injustice around.
Blessings...brian
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