I Want To Be One Of Them

The kids and I watched and discussed a show on Martin Luther King Jr. today. It was a beautiful tribute to his life and dream he had 45 years ago.
Noah is also writing a paper on Abraham Lincoln. It has been good to discuss the goal of these two men to ensure the freedom and equal rights of all men.
We discussed the song "When The Saints Go Marching In" and how we would like to watch these two men march into Heaven, and applaud them. We discussed others who are saints, who serve in God's kingdom, those we will applaud. We thought of the missionaries in Equador who were murdered, the redemption that came. We thought of our own friends the Grants and Hoffmans who serve there. We think of Kelli who is preparing to leave for India in 2 weeks, to determine where she will be for her 2 year missionary service beginning in the fall. We think of the applause as she passes by us in the holy of holies. We consider all those we do not know that do small things everyday so that God's kingdom will come here on earth. We applaud you.
Noah says, "I want to be one of the saints."
Me too.

When the Saints
by Sara Groves

Lord I have a heavy burden of all I've seen and know
It's more than I can handle
But your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones
and I cannot let it go

And when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought

I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them

Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind
It often overwhelms me
But when I think of all who've gone before me
And lived the faithful life
Their courage compels me

And when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought

I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars

I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharohs court
I hear his call of freedom for the people of the Lord

And when the saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
And when the saints go marching in
I want to be one of them

I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad
I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul

I see the young missionary and the end of the spear
I see his family returning with no trace of fear

I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights
I see the sisters standing by the lepers side

I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come and kicking down the door

I see the man of sorrows and his long troubled road
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load

And when the saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
And when the saints go marching in
I want to be one of them