Dr. King’s famous and immortal “I Have A Dream” speech can be defined as metaphoric dreaming about an event before it occurs. Freudians believe the dream itself is the unfinished business of living; that the dream is the royal road to the unconscious. Others say most dreams are Activation Synthesis produced by the brain as it dips into the neural memory and food stuff acting together. In other words, there is no significant meaning to dreams.
Dreaming is important as a means to clear our minds of clutter and irrelevant content of the past. Some people keep a dream journal and plot their lives by these “visions of mine head in my bed.” (Daniel 4:10) All people dream at sometime.
Upon awakening, the visions of the dream can be analyzed, remembered, forgotten, rejected or discarded according to purpose.
Dreams have two dimensions – manifest content and latency. The former is the movie or picture that is seen in the head. The latter represents the interpretation or meaning.
It can be conjectured that the dream and the dreamer are the same, since there is no one else in the head.
The truths of Dr. King’s words are meant for all people.
(1) “my 4 little children, judged by the content of their character and not the color of their skin.”
(2) “Let judgment run down as waters, and righteousness as a mighty stream.” (Amos 5:24)
(3) “Let freedom ring.” These are patriot King’s visions in the night that see beyond the years, American alabaster cities gleaming, undimmed by human tears.
Dr. King guides us to “America The Beautiful,” a thoroughfare for freedom, beat across the wilderness by God’s word, as Law.
Dr. King’s soul shouts out!
“Righteousness exalts a nation” (Proverbs 14:34)
“Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord” (Psalm 33:12)
Let us Praise the Lord together!
Lift Every Voice and Sing
Lift every voice and sing,
Til earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.
Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet,
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered;
Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last,
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.
God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who hast by Thy might, Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.
The Negro National Anthem, written in 1899 by
James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938)