Today we celebrate Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday.  I imagine there’s a party going on up in heaven for him and for all he represented.  I was a teenager during the race riots of the 1960s, but it wasn’t until I was a wife and mother that I came to appreciate Dr. King and his message.  Yesterday Wayne and I sat in church with both blacks and whites, in a church that as little as fifty years ago was segregated.  Thanks to Dr. King, we now sit side by side and worship God together as brothers and sisters.