Monday, November 3, 2008
Love Lifted Him
"All my heart to Him I'll give, ever to Him I'll cling,
In His blessed presence live, ever His praises sing.
Love so mighty and so true merits my soul's best songs;
Faithful, loving service, too, to Him belongs.
Love lifted me! (even me)
Love lifted me! (even me)
When nothing else could help,
Love lifted me!"
I'm not sure why this particular hymn came to mind, but I thought it poignant in many ways. My deepest sympathies and heartfelt prayers goes out to Senator Obama and his family tonight.
My heart aches for the pain he must be going through. Foolishly, I must admit I shed a tear or two for a woman I'll never knew. But in the spirit of kinship, my spirit grieves with the Senator tonight. I know how close I was with my own Grandmama and her passing left a huge void in my life. For a man who cannot outwardly show his pain, t I admire Barack's strength and endurance to continue on. Whatever happens tomorrow, I'm sure Barack grandmother would be (and was proud) of his accomplishment. Barack, win or lose tomorrow, has made history. The first African American nominated by either Democrat or Republican party for Presidential Candidacy is a huge accomplishment. And no other American (in lifetime) has drawn the masses, like Obama has, to support his candidacy.
CNN aired a campaign rally from Charlotte, NC where Barack gave a brief tribute he gave to his gram. Short and sweet, I noticed his speech was a little more subdued, less passionate, less of the man we've seen over these last 18 months. That's not a criticism. It's takes a strong man to run for President of the United States. It takes a greater man to stand up in the moment of personal crisis and put his country first.
I'm an easily moved person, so it doesn't take much for me to empathize with someone grieving. Barack Obama's loss stirred a feelings within my own soul. Like his father, mother, and grandparents, my father and grandparents did not live to see history in the making. We're on the eve of another glass ceiling being shattered. It reminds me every now and again, to take a moment, and pay homage to those who tread the path before.
To Mrs. Madelyn Payne Dunham, Thank you for raising your grandson who has become a personal role model for my own life. Godspeed...
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