so, today, or rather, yesterday by half an hour, was the 14th anniversary of june 4, 1989. i realized that tonight at border’s, writing in my journal. some of y’all young’uns might not remember it, but it was the day that hundreds, possibly thousands of students were killed in tiananmen square, beijing. i remember watching the news with my parents, struggling to understand why this was happening.
i remember this picture. no one really knows what happened to this guy. but i think we all admire how he stood up even in the face of death.
i want to be able to remember these people… some my age, some younger… how much they must have believed in their cause. and i am challenged about whether i would be willing to die for anything. but perhaps, much harder, am i willing to live? in some ways, it seems harder to live out our convictions, and our ideas… to live day-in day-out in the little things and the big things.
as i’ve read civil rights history, i find myself hoping that i would have been able to stand up for what i believed in, had i been in those shoes. hopefully, we all do. but really, do we live out those values daily? do we even care about the political process around us? do we even inform ourselves enough to vote?
i’ve been challenged to live out that kind of daily stuff, caring about the community i live in… caring about the plight of the poor, choosing to use my political power (my vote!) to make informed choices that benefit the whole community… and it’s hard to do – that daily living thing. but i’m thankful for that difficulty, for the opportunity. i’m thankful for the students 14 years ago that are reminding me of it even today.