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Celebration Sunday
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Celebration Sunday reminds me of going back to school when I was a child. There is that same energy and the promise of new beginnings and new connections.

There is a sudden sea of familiar and new faces, a crowd of eager people looking for new ways to live out their faith in service, contemplation and fellowship. And of course, there are those beautiful displays at the varied ministry tables: photos and banners, sign-up sheets, and the occasional candy dish to lure volunteers!, and active, enthusiastic parishioners happy to tell the story of their labors of love.

The noise and color and the scampering children can be a little overwhelming to a newcomer, but there is no better way to get involved in our church home. For all of us at Trinity Church, there is a strong spirit of hope afloat that Sunday. There is our community at work, and the promise of something new and wonderful about to happen in our lives.

Laurie Harriman

Join us for Celebration Sunday on September 19!

 
Welcomed as a Stranger
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Fourteen years ago, I first came to Trinity Church at the invitation of a close friend. For the first time in my adult life, I was faced with finding a new church home. At Trinity, I was completely unprepared to be so swept into the experience that Sunday morning—the physical beauty of the sanctuary, the music, the excellent preaching, and the palpable warmth as we gathered to be fed at the altar. I wanted to come back for more! After attending for several weeks, I read about the Inquirer's class being offered and I decided to sign up. Not only did I have the opportunity to learn more about my personal faith, but I embarked on the journey with others who, like me, were new to the church. Through this experience, I was inspired to reaffirm my baptismal vows, an incredibly moving moment, and promised myself to take an active role with my membership.

I became involved with the Inquirer's class as a facilitator, and for the past several years, as one of the lay coordinators. By my participation, I have the opportunity of sharing my experience with others. I was welcomed as a stranger and the best way I can express my gratitude is to welcome others into our midst, whether it is through registering new Inquirers, chatting with visitors at coffee hour, knitting a prayer shawl, working in the kitchen or sharing the chalice at the communion rail. The journey is ever changing and I am so blessed by those I meet along the way. The Holy Spirit is truly at work in the family that I call Trinity Church and I am so privileged to be a part of it.

—Ruth Knopf

 
Reflections on the Choir Tour
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My son Alex and I spent the weekend in Ely, England with the choir and it was a wonderful experience. We were present for Evensong and the sung Eucharist when the choir's beloved voices filled the cathedral: it was magnificent. Prayers have been lifted in that place for 1,300 years and ours have joined them now in word and song.

Behind the scenes I enjoyed being with choir members and our Director of Music, Richard Webster. They are working very hard in daily rehearsal and performance, incorporating new music into their rigorous repertoire. They are also enjoying life together and impromptu games on the cathedral fields in the evenings. I am reminded once again of the intergenerational richness of our congregational life as children and adults live side by side and care for one another. I know you join me in being proud of the Trinity choir and give thanks to God for the many blessings they share.

—The Rev. Anne Bonnyman

 
Redeeming My Baptismal Covenant
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I was baptized at an Episcopal Church and went to an Episcopal elementary school in Boston so being Episcopalian was part of my heritage from the beginning. Over time, however, I developed a distrust of "the frozen chosen" and attending church didn't seem like a place I could find a connection to spirit. Ten years ago I realized that my distrust needed re-examining so I decided, in 2001, to give church a try and I started coming to Trinity.

Understanding our baptismal covenant has made me realize that it was the earliest call to take a stand against racism and other forms of injustice in my life. Little did I know how important my baptismal covenant would become. For most of my life I have participated in anti-racism education in communities of color, with white folks, and with young people, but I grew eager to confront institutional racism in a faith-based context.

For two years, I tried to organize an anti-racism ministry at Trinity (others had worked diligently as well prior to my attempts) but it wasn't until I took a four-month course on Self-Expression and Leadership with Landmark Education that I had a break-through. I met with a member of the parish clergy to discuss this issue and she encouraged the convening the first anti-racism group at Trinity. Our collective work is starting to have an impact. I am convinced that Trinity has the power to transform itself in this domain and to deepen our integrity as Christians.

As Trinity's commitment to the work of anti-racism has increased, my attachment to Trinity has grown in an unexpected way. Three years ago I gave birth to baby Rhiannon and thereupon I quickly came to learn about Trinity's wonderful children's ministry. I want our daughter to have a nurturing spiritual home and a positive Christian upbringing which are gifts that I didn't get. Rhiannon already wants to sing in the choir. She loves receiving communion and has lots of fun at the nursery. My little girl feels at home in this big house of God. She is showing me how to feel at home here too and so is the anti-racism ministry. For these two big blessings I feel deep gratitude.

—Madeline McNeely Esposito

 
Spiritual Journeys
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When I completed my treatment for breast cancer three years ago, I couldn't wait to put the experience behind me forever. I was hoping to never have to utter the "c" word again. I was eager to return to my precancerous self. To my surprise, I found "putting it behind me" to be impossible, hard as I tried. It turned out there was no going back from a cancer diagnosis. My attempts were thwarted by follow up medical appointments with my new team of specialists, by additional procedures, and by the necessity of daily oral medication. This was not like a flu that you can "get over." I had crossed a border, and was now a card-carrying member of a new world.

I was further plagued by the nagging feeling that perhaps there was an opportunity for spiritual growth in the midst of my healing from the physical and emotional trauma of cancer. What exactly was this group at Trinity, Spiritual Journeys? How could disease help to deepen my spiritual life? Would I be comfortable? How did it work? Eventually I decided to investigate the group, thanks to the encouragement of family members to give it a try.

What I found is a deep connection with others whose lives have been touched by cancer. Through powerful stories, examples of courage, and the occasional perspective of humor, I have found inspiration and hope. We help each other incorporate the cancer experience into who we are. We care for each other, we pray for each other, and we help each other find meaning in the face of disease and in the fear of recurrence. If you are someone who is tempted to see what this group is all about, we welcome you to this circle of experienced patients who are also parishioners and will become friends.

—Comfort Halsey Cope

The Spiritual Journeys cancer support group shares spiritual journeys and support for those who have had cancer, those who have cancer, and those who support a person with cancer. They typically meet on the third Tuesday of the month. For more information, contact Perry Colmore, 617-864-5351.

 
Special Morning Prayer Sunday
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Since the first Book of Common Prayer appeared in 1549, the newly-minted "offices" (services of prayer and praise for specific times of day) of Morning and Evening Prayer have been sung daily in cathedrals and chapels throughout the Anglican church. Composers such as Byrd and Tallis, who wrote during the tumultuous birthing of the Church of England, to Howells and Leighton in our own day, have bequeathed us magnificent choral settings of the "Versicles and Responses," in music as sublime as any of their choral anthems.

To have these portions of Morning Prayer (Matins) or Evening Prayer (Evensong) sung by the choir calls for a deeper level of participation from everyone. When they are sung, rather than robbing the congregation of spoken texts, all worshippers are invited into a more intense experience, with the freedom to meditate on the meaning behind the words. Just as when the cake and candles are brought out, we sing, rather than say "Happy Birthday to you!" and in so doing, we heighten the bonds of community among honoree and well-wishers alike.

The musical setting of the Responses that we will hear this Sunday at the 11:15 am service is in the Mixolydian mode, which is nothing more than the major scale with its seventh note lowered by a semitone. Mixolydian is one of the several ancient church modes (or scales) from which major and minor eventually evolved. Singing Morning Prayer in this way is great trip preparation for our Choristers and Touring Choir Adults who will sing Evensong in this manner daily in England this August. They are glad to share this rich form of worship with their home parish here in Boston.

—Richard Webster, Associate Director of Music

 
Living into Stewardship
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We all know that Stewardship of our beloved Trinity Church is important. How do we know that? Because, in our hearts, we know what belonging to this faith community means to each of our lives.

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My Community at Trinity

When I first came to Trinity I was eager to begin my spiritual journey and was looking to find a place where I felt truly welcomed to be a part of the body of Christ. I am more than pleased with the progression of this journey and feel Trinity has provided wonderful opportunities in which I can continue my growth through Christ.

Each ministry in which I've been involved has enriched my life greatly. At Trinity I've participated within the Music Department, the Robert Treat Paine Society, the college fellowship, the 20s and 30s fellowship, and this coming fall Youth ministries as a youth mentor. I have enjoyed great fellowship with the 20s and 30s of the Parish, and the opportunity to share my musical talents at Trinity continues to bring meaningful fulfillment.

My time with the Robert Treat Paine Society (a group that meets to help keep the church clean and tidy) has brought a further sense of community within Trinity. During a past session of RTPS, a lovely woman approached me while she toured the church. As I continued with dusting she came to me and stated "Thank you, for cleaning God's House... Thank You". In those few words I truly felt God's voice speaking through hers and the experience that morning brought more affirmation in my choice to be an active part of this Parish. Those words also brought the reminder that Trinity Church above all else is a House of God in which ALL of his people are welcomed.

I am extremely grateful to God to be apart of a parish in which there are many ministries to share and show God's love and I look forward to more opportunities to continue that mission!

Jarvis Wyche

 
The Answer Was Trinity
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Where do a Lutheran raised in New York City and a Roman Catholic who grew up in the hills of Upstate New York go to church when they find themselves living in Boston together? That was the question that my wife and I faced five years ago when we first came to Boston after law school. The answer, we were blessed to discover, was Trinity.

Trinity was not our first answer to that question that we faced back in 2004. We started by looking elsewhere. But we happened to stop into Trinity one Sunday shortly after we arrived, drawn in by its history, art, and architecture, and we remain immensely thankful that we did so.

We come to Trinity, and we pledge to Trinity, for the warm community of friends that we have found here: friends made on the softball diamond, at Simple Sunday Suppers in the Undercroft, and huddling in line around hot chocolate waiting to get into Candlelight Carols, to name just a few places.

We come and we pledge because of Trinity's unwavering commitment to keep its doors and arms and altar open to all people, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, and denominational background.

We come and we pledge to support the stunning historic building in which we are blessed to worship and the wonderful music program that takes that worship to such heights.

We come and we pledge because Trinity cares for its own and for others. From Stations of the City, Trinity Builders, and Yearwood House to the simple gesture of sending the bleary-eyed parents of a newborn home with a pre-made dinner a few weeks ago.

In short, we pledge to Trinity because this community remains committed to pairing the best of Christian history and tradition—like care for each other and the less fortunate among us, beautiful art and architecture, glorious music—with a welcoming embrace of all people that, while undoubtedly Christ-like, sadly remains absent from much of Christianity. Trinity continues to be a truly special blessing to Anne and me and now Tommy. We are happy that we can help support it through our pledging. We hope that you will join us.

Dave Gacioch

 

 
The Gratitude Quotient
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In the 1980's, Michael Becker, a retired Episcopal priest in my parish in Philadelphia, told us that he tithed and challenged us to do the same. Tithing is an ancient spiritual practice in which we give a percentage of our income to God off the top—instead of waiting to see if anything is left over at the bottom. I was surprised that Fr Becker tithed because he lived on a priest's pension. But he did.

So I decided to take the first step. I figured out what percentage of my income I had given away to charity and increased it by one percent every year until I reached my goal. Now, like many of you, I've had some life challenges. But almost every year since then, I have calculated how much I gave last year, how much to give this year and decided who to give it to. Half the total goes to my church, because God's work is my top priority.

Here's what I've noticed: my gratitude quotient is way up—I'm more aware of how much I have, even though I make less now than when I started. And it's easy to say "No" to everyone else. My giving reflects my values.

I've been a member of Trinity for two years. And I am grateful for this community, which feeds me in many ways—the beauty, the faithful witness to God's love, the passion for God's beloved people beyond our walls, our commit to anti-racism. These nourish my soul. It will give me joy to commit half my giving to Trinity for next year.

In fact, I've decided I can give a little more than I thought I could when I made my pledge last year. So I'm going to add a 13th month to my pledge for this calendar year. Will you join me?

Lallie Lloyd

 
Serving God's World
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Rosie’s Place is a sanctuary for women and children in the city of Boston. Services at Rosie’s Place include shelter, laundry, an arts cooperative, and a full service kitchen that provides lunch and dinner every day of the week.

Trinity Church’s role at Rosie’s Place is to cater meals for the guests at Rosie’s Place on the fourth Wednesday and the fifth Tuesday of every month. We serve between 80 and 130 women and children.

An essential part of planning the menu provided by Trinity Church is making sure that the meal is healthy. As many of you know, when food is available to vulnerable urban citizens it is typically not nutrient dense. When Trinity Church serves at Rosie’s Place, we strive to ensure that we are serving healthy fresh ingredients. On the plate in August you would have found a multigrain bun with a salmon burger, a green salad, and corn from Boston’s Allendale Farm. We do this at a cost of 2 to 3 dollars per person.

That is the simple summery of what happens in the kitchen at Rosie’s Place.

What really makes the service an experience where I receive more than I give comes from the interactions with the guests, volunteers and kitchen staff. In the past when I have led meals, volunteers have asked me questions like, “Why don’t these women seem grateful for what we are doing?” or “How many of these women could probably find a job?” I can’t easily answer those questions without sounding preachy or long-winded. I also do not find fault with the people who have asked these questions. I believe these questions come from a place of sincere curiosity; however I personally am moved to ask different questions.

My questions include: What prevents equal access to a nutritious meal? Who is immune to injustice, and why? How do we end the systems that perpetuate inequality and poverty?

Poverty is difficult to discuss. It becomes even more difficult because I have had the benefit of getting to know some of the women who come to dinner at Rosie’s Place. Serving one or two meals a month in a Boston shelter will not end poverty. What it will do is increase my understanding of the challenges many of our neighbors face every day. Being connected to Rosie’s Place and Trinity Church puts me in a position to make decisions about how I share my talents and treasure, and allows me to understand how others have helped me during my difficult times. Another great joy I gain from serving at Rosie’s Place is simply the satisfaction of preparing a meal for someone who enjoys what I have created.

What we learn from the sermons at the pulpit would not have the same influence and meaning to me if I did not have service in my life. Rosie’s Place and Trinity Church remind me that I can be a part of the difficult discussions and not lose sight of the beauty around us. It is sad and scary that there are women and children who don’t have equal access to basic needs in our city, and still I am inspired by the hope and joy in the dining room at Rosie’s Place.

Jill Pedrick

 

 

 

 
A Caroler's Story
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I sing with the Trinity Choristers.

We have been practicing hard for the three Candlelight Carols services next weekend.

I love the music we sing.

The "Candlelight Carol" and "I Sing of a Maiden" are two of my favorites.

In rehearsal I stand in front of the altos.

(Sometimes when they sing high notes I wish I had earmuffs).

Our choir director, Mr. Webster, says we have to be leaders and not wait for others to start singing before we do.

I try to be a leader, but sometimes I am a follower.

I figure the disciples were followers before they became leaders, so maybe that’s okay.

The hardest part of singing in Candlelight Carols is not the singing. It’s holding the candles. When we process around the church, we have to hold our music in our left hands and the candles in our right. That’s okay until we have to turn the page. Some people can turn the page with their thumb, but I can’t. And I get nervous that if I try to turn the page with my candle hand I’ll set my music on fire.

There are a lot of people who come to Candlelight Carols.

I think they can feel the Christmas spirit at the service. I definitely do!

Annie Packard

 
Home for Christmas
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Welcome. Welcome home. “I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.” By now you’ve heard that song too many times while shopping at the mall.

For me, “home for Christmas” has a deeper meaning. Many years ago my partner and I first attended a service at Trinity Church on Christmas Eve. We lived around the corner from Trinity so we were familiar with the historic, stunning architecture of H. H. Richardson. But when we took our seats in a balcony we were unprepared for our encounter with the Holy. All those beautiful flowers and greens. Candlelight flickering around the altar. A glorious choir and familiar carols we sang.

And there was the simple message. Christ is born! God comes to us in the most vulnerable of human forms, a baby. Love at the heart of the universe is among us. Word made flesh. For us. For you. For me.

I whispered to my partner, “I think we’re home.” Home for Christmas.

Whether you are a Christian, curious or looking for some meaning in all the hoopla of the holiday activities, come “home” for Christmas. Experience the warm welcome of Trinity. Encounter the Holy. It may transform your life as it did mine.

Welcome home for Christmas.

Gary Sandison

 
Singing with Friends
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When the Trinity Choristers make their first tour to England this summer, Alexandra “Alex” (15), Katie (16), Henry (12) and Ryan (10) will be among the 21 trebles and four “bariteens” on the trip. They are thrilled that they, along with adult choir members, will be the Choir-in-residence at Ely and Chichester Cathedrals. Henry’s New Year resolution is “to not have his voice change before the England tour.”

Alex and Katie look forward to the intense bonding experience the tour will inevitably bring. “When my family moved from Michigan to Boston, we were looking for a new church and a choir community, and were welcomed right away by new friends and choir families at Trinity. I love being part of leading worship every Sunday,” said Alex. Katie carpools from Winchester with three neighbor boys (two of them Mormon) who are also passionate choristers. She looks forward to the car rides. “Those boys make me laugh!”

Ryan, new to the Choristers this year, says “I’m learning all about music theory from my RSCM Voice for Life book. I love the challenges in the choir. Making mistakes is a better way to learn than just doing it perfectly the first time.” In February, Ryan will sing the role of Miles in Benjamin Britten’s “The Turn of the Screw” with Boston Lyric Opera. One of our ten boy Choristers, Henry especially loves “singing with his friends.”

On Sunday, January 31, all the Choristers and adult choir members will participate in the Trinity Hymnathon, where they will sing through the first stanza of every hymn in The Hymnal 1982 as a fund-raiser for the England tour. Each chorister is collecting pledges-per-hymn from family and friends, hoping to raise a large sum on behalf of the tour fund. Mused Alex, “it will be exhausting, but worth it.” Henry “never dreamed I’d sing all the hymns in the book. There are some great melodies!” All three choristers agreed that when you love your work in the choir as much as they do, then it doesn’t seem like work at all. To make a contribution to the Hymnathon, click here and choose "Make a Hymnathon donation" under "donation type."

 
Letter from a Birmingham Jail
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16 April 1963

My Dear Fellow Clergymen:

While confined here in the Birmingham city jail, I came across your recent statement calling my present activities "unwise and untimely." Seldom do I pause to answer criticism of my work and ideas. If I sought to answer all the criticisms that cross my desk, my secretaries would have little time for anything other than such correspondence in the course of the day, and I would have no time for constructive work. But since I feel that you are men of genuine good will and that your criticisms are sincerely set forth, I want to try to answer your statement in what I hope will be patient and reasonable terms.

I think I should indicate why I am here in Birmingham, since you have been influenced by the view which argues against "outsiders coming in." I have the honor of serving as president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, an organization operating in every southern state, with headquarters in Atlanta, Georgia. We have some eighty five affiliated organizations across the South, and one of them is the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights. Frequently we share staff, educational and financial resources with our affiliates. Several months ago the affiliate here in Birmingham asked us to be on call to engage in a nonviolent direct action program if such were deemed necessary. We readily consented, and when the hour came we lived up to our promise. So I, along with several members of my staff, am here because I was invited here. I am here because I have organizational ties here.

But more basically, I am in Birmingham because injustice is here. Just as the prophets of the eighth century B.C. left their villages and carried their "thus saith the Lord" far beyond the boundaries of their home towns, and just as the Apostle Paul left his village of Tarsus and carried the gospel of Jesus Christ to the far corners of the Greco Roman world, so am I compelled to carry the gospel of freedom beyond my own home town. Like Paul, I must constantly respond to the Macedonian call for aid.

Moreover, I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial "outside agitator" idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider anywhere within its bounds.

You deplore the demonstrations taking place in Birmingham. But your statement, I am sorry to say, fails to express a similar concern for the conditions that brought about the demonstrations. I am sure that none of you would want to rest content with the superficial kind of social analysis that deals merely with effects and does not grapple with underlying causes. It is unfortunate that demonstrations are taking place in Birmingham, but it is even more unfortunate that the city's white power structure left the Negro community with no alternative.

In any nonviolent campaign there are four basic steps: collection of the facts to determine whether injustices exist; negotiation; self purification; and direct action. We have gone through all these steps in Birmingham. There can be no gainsaying the fact that racial injustice engulfs this community. Birmingham is probably the most thoroughly segregated city in the United States. Its ugly record of brutality is widely known. Negroes have experienced grossly unjust treatment in the courts. There have been more unsolved bombings of Negro homes and churches in Birmingham than in any other city in the nation. These are the hard, brutal facts of the case. On the basis of these conditions, Negro leaders sought to negotiate with the city fathers. But the latter consistently refused to engage in good faith negotiation.

Then, last September, came the opportunity to talk with leaders of Birmingham's economic community. In the course of the negotiations, certain promises were made by the merchants--for example, to remove the stores' humiliating racial signs. On the basis of these promises, the Reverend Fred Shuttlesworth and the leaders of the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights agreed to a moratorium on all demonstrations. As the weeks and months went by, we realized that we were the victims of a broken promise. A few signs, briefly removed, returned; the others remained. As in so many past experiences, our hopes had been blasted, and the shadow of deep disappointment settled upon us. We had no alternative except to prepare for direct action, whereby we would present our very bodies as a means of laying our case before the conscience of the local and the national community. Mindful of the difficulties involved, we decided to undertake a process of self purification. We began a series of workshops on nonviolence, and we repeatedly asked ourselves: "Are you able to accept blows without retaliating?" "Are you able to endure the ordeal of jail?" We decided to schedule our direct action program for the Easter season, realizing that except for Christmas, this is the main shopping period of the year. Knowing that a strong economic-withdrawal program would be the by product of direct action, we felt that this would be the best time to bring pressure to bear on the merchants for the needed change.

Then it occurred to us that Birmingham's mayoral election was coming up in March, and we speedily decided to postpone action until after election day. When we discovered that the Commissioner of Public Safety, Eugene "Bull" Connor, had piled up enough votes to be in the run off, we decided again to postpone action until the day after the run off so that the demonstrations could not be used to cloud the issues. Like many others, we waited to see Mr. Connor defeated, and to this end we endured postponement after postponement. Having aided in this community need, we felt that our direct action program could be delayed no longer.

You may well ask: "Why direct action? Why sit ins, marches and so forth? Isn't negotiation a better path?" You are quite right in calling for negotiation. Indeed, this is the very purpose of direct action. Nonviolent direct action seeks to create such a crisis and foster such a tension that a community which has constantly refused to negotiate is forced to confront the issue. It seeks so to dramatize the issue that it can no longer be ignored. My citing the creation of tension as part of the work of the nonviolent resister may sound rather shocking. But I must confess that I am not afraid of the word "tension." I have earnestly opposed violent tension, but there is a type of constructive, nonviolent tension which is necessary for growth. Just as Socrates felt that it was necessary to create a tension in the mind so that individuals could rise from the bondage of myths and half truths to the unfettered realm of creative analysis and objective appraisal, so must we see the need for nonviolent gadflies to create the kind of tension in society that will help men rise from the dark depths of prejudice and racism to the majestic heights of understanding and brotherhood. The purpose of our direct action program is to create a situation so crisis packed that it will inevitably open the door to negotiation. I therefore concur with you in your call for negotiation. Too long has our beloved Southland been bogged down in a tragic effort to live in monologue rather than dialogue.

One of the basic points in your statement is that the action that I and my associates have taken in Birmingham is untimely. Some have asked: "Why didn't you give the new city administration time to act?" The only answer that I can give to this query is that the new Birmingham administration must be prodded about as much as the outgoing one, before it will act. We are sadly mistaken if we feel that the election of Albert Boutwell as mayor will bring the millennium to Birmingham. While Mr. Boutwell is a much more gentle person than Mr. Connor, they are both segregationists, dedicated to maintenance of the status quo. I have hope that Mr. Boutwell will be reasonable enough to see the futility of massive resistance to desegregation. But he will not see this without pressure from devotees of civil rights. My friends, I must say to you that we have not made a single gain in civil rights without determined legal and nonviolent pressure. Lamentably, it is an historical fact that privileged groups seldom give up their privileges voluntarily. Individuals may see the moral light and voluntarily give up their unjust posture; but, as Reinhold Niebuhr has reminded us, groups tend to be more immoral than individuals.

We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly, I have yet to engage in a direct action campaign that was "well timed" in the view of those who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation. For years now I have heard the word "Wait!" It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This "Wait" has almost always meant "Never." We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that "justice too long delayed is justice denied."

We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God given rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward gaining political independence, but we still creep at horse and buggy pace toward gaining a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, "Wait." But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six year old daughter why she can't go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five year old son who is asking: "Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?"; when you take a cross county drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger," your middle name becomes "boy" (however old you are) and your last name becomes "John," and your wife and mother are never given the respected title "Mrs."; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of "nobodiness"--then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience. You express a great deal of anxiety over our willingness to break laws. This is certainly a legitimate concern. Since we so diligently urge people to obey the Supreme Court's decision of 1954 outlawing segregation in the public schools, at first glance it may seem rather paradoxical for us consciously to break laws. One may well ask: "How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?" The answer lies in the fact that there are two types of laws: just and unjust. I would be the first to advocate obeying just laws. One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. I would agree with St. Augustine that "an unjust law is no law at all."

Now, what is the difference between the two? How does one determine whether a law is just or unjust? A just law is a man made code that squares with the moral law or the law of God. An unjust law is a code that is out of harmony with the moral law. To put it in the terms of St. Thomas Aquinas: An unjust law is a human law that is not rooted in eternal law and natural law. Any law that uplifts human personality is just. Any law that degrades human personality is unjust. All segregation statutes are unjust because segregation distorts the soul and damages the personality. It gives the segregator a false sense of superiority and the segregated a false sense of inferiority. Segregation, to use the terminology of the Jewish philosopher Martin Buber, substitutes an "I it" relationship for an "I thou" relationship and ends up relegating persons to the status of things. Hence segregation is not only politically, economically and sociologically unsound, it is morally wrong and sinful. Paul Tillich has said that sin is separation. Is not segregation an existential expression of man's tragic separation, his awful estrangement, his terrible sinfulness? Thus it is that I can urge men to obey the 1954 decision of the Supreme Court, for it is morally right; and I can urge them to disobey segregation ordinances, for they are morally wrong.

Let us consider a more concrete example of just and unjust laws. An unjust law is a code that a numerical or power majority group compels a minority group to obey but does not make binding on itself. This is difference made legal. By the same token, a just law is a code that a majority compels a minority to follow and that it is willing to follow itself. This is sameness made legal. Let me give another explanation. A law is unjust if it is inflicted on a minority that, as a result of being denied the right to vote, had no part in enacting or devising the law. Who can say that the legislature of Alabama which set up that state's segregation laws was democratically elected? Throughout Alabama all sorts of devious methods are used to prevent Negroes from becoming registered voters, and there are some counties in which, even though Negroes constitute a majority of the population, not a single Negro is registered. Can any law enacted under such circumstances be considered democratically structured?

Sometimes a law is just on its face and unjust in its application. For instance, I have been arrested on a charge of parading without a permit. Now, there is nothing wrong in having an ordinance which requires a permit for a parade. But such an ordinance becomes unjust when it is used to maintain segregation and to deny citizens the First-Amendment privilege of peaceful assembly and protest.

I hope you are able to see the distinction I am trying to point out. In no sense do I advocate evading or defying the law, as would the rabid segregationist. That would lead to anarchy. One who breaks an unjust law must do so openly, lovingly, and with a willingness to accept the penalty. I submit that an individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for law.

Of course, there is nothing new about this kind of civil disobedience. It was evidenced sublimely in the refusal of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego to obey the laws of Nebuchadnezzar, on the ground that a higher moral law was at stake. It was practiced superbly by the early Christians, who were willing to face hungry lions and the excruciating pain of chopping blocks rather than submit to certain unjust laws of the Roman Empire. To a degree, academic freedom is a reality today because Socrates practiced civil disobedience. In our own nation, the Boston Tea Party represented a massive act of civil disobedience.

We should never forget that everything Adolf Hitler did in Germany was "legal" and everything the Hungarian freedom fighters did in Hungary was "illegal." It was "illegal" to aid and comfort a Jew in Hitler's Germany. Even so, I am sure that, had I lived in Germany at the time, I would have aided and comforted my Jewish brothers. If today I lived in a Communist country where certain principles dear to the Christian faith are suppressed, I would openly advocate disobeying that country's antireligious laws.

I must make two honest confessions to you, my Christian and Jewish brothers. First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: "I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action"; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man's freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a "more convenient season." Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.

I had hoped that the white moderate would understand that law and order exist for the purpose of establishing justice and that when they fail in this purpose they become the dangerously structured dams that block the flow of social progress. I had hoped that the white moderate would understand that the present tension in the South is a necessary phase of the transition from an obnoxious negative peace, in which the Negro passively accepted his unjust plight, to a substantive and positive peace, in which all men will respect the dignity and worth of human personality. Actually, we who engage in nonviolent direct action are not the creators of tension. We merely bring to the surface the hidden tension that is already alive. We bring it out in the open, where it can be seen and dealt with. Like a boil that can never be cured so long as it is covered up but must be opened with all its ugliness to the natural medicines of air and light, injustice must be exposed, with all the tension its exposure creates, to the light of human conscience and the air of national opinion before it can be cured.

In your statement you assert that our actions, even though peaceful, must be condemned because they precipitate violence. But is this a logical assertion? Isn't this like condemning a robbed man because his possession of money precipitated the evil act of robbery? Isn't this like condemning Socrates because his unswerving commitment to truth and his philosophical inquiries precipitated the act by the misguided populace in which they made him drink hemlock? Isn't this like condemning Jesus because his unique God consciousness and never ceasing devotion to God's will precipitated the evil act of crucifixion? We must come to see that, as the federal courts have consistently affirmed, it is wrong to urge an individual to cease his efforts to gain his basic constitutional rights because the quest may precipitate violence. Society must protect the robbed and punish the robber. I had also hoped that the white moderate would reject the myth concerning time in relation to the struggle for freedom. I have just received a letter from a white brother in Texas. He writes: "All Christians know that the colored people will receive equal rights eventually, but it is possible that you are in too great a religious hurry. It has taken Christianity almost two thousand years to accomplish what it has. The teachings of Christ take time to come to earth." Such an attitude stems from a tragic misconception of time, from the strangely irrational notion that there is something in the very flow of time that will inevitably cure all ills. Actually, time itself is neutral; it can be used either destructively or constructively. More and more I feel that the people of ill will have used time much more effectively than have the people of good will. We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people. Human progress never rolls in on wheels of inevitability; it comes through the tireless efforts of men willing to be co workers with God, and without this hard work, time itself becomes an ally of the forces of social stagnation. We must use time creatively, in the knowledge that the time is always ripe to do right. Now is the time to make real the promise of democracy and transform our pending national elegy into a creative psalm of brotherhood. Now is the time to lift our national policy from the quicksand of racial injustice to the solid rock of human dignity.

You speak of our activity in Birmingham as extreme. At first I was rather disappointed that fellow clergymen would see my nonviolent efforts as those of an extremist. I began thinking about the fact that I stand in the middle of two opposing forces in the Negro community. One is a force of complacency, made up in part of Negroes who, as a result of long years of oppression, are so drained of self respect and a sense of "somebodiness" that they have adjusted to segregation; and in part of a few middle-class Negroes who, because of a degree of academic and economic security and because in some ways they profit by segregation, have become insensitive to the problems of the masses. The other force is one of bitterness and hatred, and it comes perilously close to advocating violence. It is expressed in the various black nationalist groups that are springing up across the nation, the largest and best known being Elijah Muhammad's Muslim movement. Nourished by the Negro's frustration over the continued existence of racial discrimination, this movement is made up of people who have lost faith in America, who have absolutely repudiated Christianity, and who have concluded that the white man is an incorrigible "devil."

I have tried to stand between these two forces, saying that we need emulate neither the "do nothingism" of the complacent nor the hatred and despair of the black nationalist. For there is the more excellent way of love and nonviolent protest. I am grateful to God that, through the influence of the Negro church, the way of nonviolence became an integral part of our struggle. If this philosophy had not emerged, by now many streets of the South would, I am convinced, be flowing with blood. And I am further convinced that if our white brothers dismiss as "rabble rousers" and "outside agitators" those of us who employ nonviolent direct action, and if they refuse to support our nonviolent efforts, millions of Negroes will, out of frustration and despair, seek solace and security in black nationalist ideologies--a development that would inevitably lead to a frightening racial nightmare.

Oppressed people cannot remain oppressed forever. The yearning for freedom eventually manifests itself, and that is what has happened to the American Negro. Something within has reminded him of his birthright of freedom, and something without has reminded him that it can be gained. Consciously or unconsciously, he has been caught up by the Zeitgeist, and with his black brothers of Africa and his brown and yellow brothers of Asia, South America and the Caribbean, the United States Negro is moving with a sense of great urgency toward the promised land of racial justice. If one recognizes this vital urge that has engulfed the Negro community, one should readily understand why public demonstrations are taking place. The Negro has many pent up resentments and latent frustrations, and he must release them. So let him march; let him make prayer pilgrimages to the city hall; let him go on freedom rides -and try to understand why he must do so. If his repressed emotions are not released in nonviolent ways, they will seek expression through violence; this is not a threat but a fact of history. So I have not said to my people: "Get rid of your discontent." Rather, I have tried to say that this normal and healthy discontent can be channeled into the creative outlet of nonviolent direct action. And now this approach is being termed extremist. But though I was initially disappointed at being categorized as an extremist, as I continued to think about the matter I gradually gained a measure of satisfaction from the label. Was not Jesus an extremist for love: "Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you." Was not Amos an extremist for justice: "Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an ever flowing stream." Was not Paul an extremist for the Christian gospel: "I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus." Was not Martin Luther an extremist: "Here I stand; I cannot do otherwise, so help me God." And John Bunyan: "I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience." And Abraham Lincoln: "This nation cannot survive half slave and half free." And Thomas Jefferson: "We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal . . ." So the question is not whether we will be extremists, but what kind of extremists we will be. Will we be extremists for hate or for love? Will we be extremists for the preservation of injustice or for the extension of justice? In that dramatic scene on Calvary's hill three men were crucified. We must never forget that all three were crucified for the same crime--the crime of extremism. Two were extremists for immorality, and thus fell below their environment. The other, Jesus Christ, was an extremist for love, truth and goodness, and thereby rose above his environment. Perhaps the South, the nation and the world are in dire need of creative extremists.

I had hoped that the white moderate would see this need. Perhaps I was too optimistic; perhaps I expected too much. I suppose I should have realized that few members of the oppressor race can understand the deep groans and passionate yearnings of the oppressed race, and still fewer have the vision to see that injustice must be rooted out by strong, persistent and determined action. I am thankful, however, that some of our white brothers in the South have grasped the meaning of this social revolution and committed themselves to it. They are still all too few in quantity, but they are big in quality. Some -such as Ralph McGill, Lillian Smith, Harry Golden, James McBride Dabbs, Ann Braden and Sarah Patton Boyle--have written about our struggle in eloquent and prophetic terms. Others have marched with us down nameless streets of the South. They have languished in filthy, roach infested jails, suffering the abuse and brutality of policemen who view them as "dirty nigger-lovers." Unlike so many of their moderate brothers and sisters, they have recognized the urgency of the moment and sensed the need for powerful "action" antidotes to combat the disease of segregation. Let me take note of my other major disappointment. I have been so greatly disappointed with the white church and its leadership. Of course, there are some notable exceptions. I am not unmindful of the fact that each of you has taken some significant stands on this issue. I commend you, Reverend Stallings, for your Christian stand on this past Sunday, in welcoming Negroes to your worship service on a nonsegregated basis. I commend the Catholic leaders of this state for integrating Spring Hill College several years ago.

But despite these notable exceptions, I must honestly reiterate that I have been disappointed with the church. I do not say this as one of those negative critics who can always find something wrong with the church. I say this as a minister of the gospel, who loves the church; who was nurtured in its bosom; who has been sustained by its spiritual blessings and who will remain true to it as long as the cord of life shall lengthen.

When I was suddenly catapulted into the leadership of the bus protest in Montgomery, Alabama, a few years ago, I felt we would be supported by the white church. I felt that the white ministers, priests and rabbis of the South would be among our strongest allies. Instead, some have been outright opponents, refusing to understand the freedom movement and misrepresenting its leaders; all too many others have been more cautious than courageous and have remained silent behind the anesthetizing security of stained glass windows.

In spite of my shattered dreams, I came to Birmingham with the hope that the white religious leadership of this community would see the justice of our cause and, with deep moral concern, would serve as the channel through which our just grievances could reach the power structure. I had hoped that each of you would understand. But again I have been disappointed.

I have heard numerous southern religious leaders admonish their worshipers to comply with a desegregation decision because it is the law, but I have longed to hear white ministers declare: "Follow this decree because integration is morally right and because the Negro is your brother." In the midst of blatant injustices inflicted upon the Negro, I have watched white churchmen stand on the sideline and mouth pious irrelevancies and sanctimonious trivialities. In the midst of a mighty struggle to rid our nation of racial and economic injustice, I have heard many ministers say: "Those are social issues, with which the gospel has no real concern." And I have watched many churches commit themselves to a completely other worldly religion which makes a strange, un-Biblical distinction between body and soul, between the sacred and the secular.

I have traveled the length and breadth of Alabama, Mississippi and all the other southern states. On sweltering summer days and crisp autumn mornings I have looked at the South's beautiful churches with their lofty spires pointing heavenward. I have beheld the impressive outlines of her massive religious education buildings. Over and over I have found myself asking: "What kind of people worship here? Who is their God? Where were their voices when the lips of Governor Barnett dripped with words of interposition and nullification? Where were they when Governor Wallace gave a clarion call for defiance and hatred? Where were their voices of support when bruised and weary Negro men and women decided to rise from the dark dungeons of complacency to the bright hills of creative protest?"

Yes, these questions are still in my mind. In deep disappointment I have wept over the laxity of the church. But be assured that my tears have been tears of love. There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love. Yes, I love the church. How could I do otherwise? I am in the rather unique position of being the son, the grandson and the great grandson of preachers. Yes, I see the church as the body of Christ. But, oh! How we have blemished and scarred that body through social neglect and through fear of being nonconformists.

There was a time when the church was very powerful--in the time when the early Christians rejoiced at being deemed worthy to suffer for what they believed. In those days the church was not merely a thermometer that recorded the ideas and principles of popular opinion; it was a thermostat that transformed the mores of society. Whenever the early Christians entered a town, the people in power became disturbed and immediately sought to convict the Christians for being "disturbers of the peace" and "outside agitators."' But the Christians pressed on, in the conviction that they were "a colony of heaven," called to obey God rather than man. Small in number, they were big in commitment. They were too God-intoxicated to be "astronomically intimidated." By their effort and example they brought an end to such ancient evils as infanticide and gladiatorial contests. Things are different now. So often the contemporary church is a weak, ineffectual voice with an uncertain sound. So often it is an archdefender of the status quo. Far from being disturbed by the presence of the church, the power structure of the average community is consoled by the church's silent--and often even vocal--sanction of things as they are.

But the judgment of God is upon the church as never before. If today's church does not recapture the sacrificial spirit of the early church, it will lose its authenticity, forfeit the loyalty of millions, and be dismissed as an irrelevant social club with no meaning for the twentieth century. Every day I meet young people whose disappointment with the church has turned into outright disgust.

Perhaps I have once again been too optimistic. Is organized religion too inextricably bound to the status quo to save our nation and the world? Perhaps I must turn my faith to the inner spiritual church, the church within the church, as the true ekklesia and the hope of the world. But again I am thankful to God that some noble souls from the ranks of organized religion have broken loose from the paralyzing chains of conformity and joined us as active partners in the struggle for freedom. They have left their secure congregations and walked the streets of Albany, Georgia, with us. They have gone down the highways of the South on tortuous rides for freedom. Yes, they have gone to jail with us. Some have been dismissed from their churches, have lost the support of their bishops and fellow ministers. But they have acted in the faith that right defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. Their witness has been the spiritual salt that has preserved the true meaning of the gospel in these troubled times. They have carved a tunnel of hope through the dark mountain of disappointment. I hope the church as a whole will meet the challenge of this decisive hour. But even if the church does not come to the aid of justice, I have no despair about the future. I have no fear about the outcome of our struggle in Birmingham, even if our motives are at present misunderstood. We will reach the goal of freedom in Birmingham and all over the nation, because the goal of America is freedom. Abused and scorned though we may be, our destiny is tied up with America's destiny. Before the pilgrims landed at Plymouth, we were here. Before the pen of Jefferson etched the majestic words of the Declaration of Independence across the pages of history, we were here. For more than two centuries our forebears labored in this country without wages; they made cotton king; they built the homes of their masters while suffering gross injustice and shameful humiliation -and yet out of a bottomless vitality they continued to thrive and develop. If the inexpressible cruelties of slavery could not stop us, the opposition we now face will surely fail. We will win our freedom because the sacred heritage of our nation and the eternal will of God are embodied in our echoing demands. Before closing I feel impelled to mention one other point in your statement that has troubled me profoundly. You warmly commended the Birmingham police force for keeping "order" and "preventing violence." I doubt that you would have so warmly commended the police force if you had seen its dogs sinking their teeth into unarmed, nonviolent Negroes. I doubt that you would so quickly commend the policemen if you were to observe their ugly and inhumane treatment of Negroes here in the city jail; if you were to watch them push and curse old Negro women and young Negro girls; if you were to see them slap and kick old Negro men and young boys; if you were to observe them, as they did on two occasions, refuse to give us food because we wanted to sing our grace together. I cannot join you in your praise of the Birmingham police department.

It is true that the police have exercised a degree of discipline in handling the demonstrators. In this sense they have conducted themselves rather "nonviolently" in public. But for what purpose? To preserve the evil system of segregation. Over the past few years I have consistently preached that nonviolence demands that the means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek. I have tried to make clear that it is wrong to use immoral means to attain moral ends. But now I must affirm that it is just as wrong, or perhaps even more so, to use moral means to preserve immoral ends. Perhaps Mr. Connor and his policemen have been rather nonviolent in public, as was Chief Pritchett in Albany, Georgia, but they have used the moral means of nonviolence to maintain the immoral end of racial injustice. As T. S. Eliot has said: "The last temptation is the greatest treason: To do the right deed for the wrong reason."

I wish you had commended the Negro sit inners and demonstrators of Birmingham for their sublime courage, their willingness to suffer and their amazing discipline in the midst of great provocation. One day the South will recognize its real heroes. They will be the James Merediths, with the noble sense of purpose that enables them to face jeering and hostile mobs, and with the agonizing loneliness that characterizes the life of the pioneer. They will be old, oppressed, battered Negro women, symbolized in a seventy two year old woman in Montgomery, Alabama, who rose up with a sense of dignity and with her people decided not to ride segregated buses, and who responded with ungrammatical profundity to one who inquired about her weariness: "My feets is tired, but my soul is at rest." They will be the young high school and college students, the young ministers of the gospel and a host of their elders, courageously and nonviolently sitting in at lunch counters and willingly going to jail for conscience' sake. One day the South will know that when these disinherited children of God sat down at lunch counters, they were in reality standing up for what is best in the American dream and for the most sacred values in our Judaeo Christian heritage, thereby bringing our nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the founding fathers in their formulation of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence.

Never before have I written so long a letter. I'm afraid it is much too long to take your precious time. I can assure you that it would have been much shorter if I had been writing from a comfortable desk, but what else can one do when he is alone in a narrow jail cell, other than write long letters, think long thoughts and pray long prayers?

If I have said anything in this letter that overstates the truth and indicates an unreasonable impatience, I beg you to forgive me. If I have said anything that understates the truth and indicates my having a patience that allows me to settle for anything less than brotherhood, I beg God to forgive me.

I hope this letter finds you strong in the faith. I also hope that circumstances will soon make it possible for me to meet each of you, not as an integrationist or a civil-rights leader but as a fellow clergyman and a Christian brother. Let us all hope that the dark clouds of racial prejudice will soon pass away and the deep fog of misunderstanding will be lifted from our fear drenched communities, and in some not too distant tomorrow the radiant stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with all their scintillating beauty.

Yours for the cause of Peace and Brotherhood,

Martin Luther King, Jr.

 

 

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