Pictures & Ponderings by Greg

Vaughn and I took a great trip to Mesa Verde National Park and Southern Utah on the 6th, 7th & 8th of February. Mesa Verde is preserving the Ancestral Pueblo Indian cliff dwellings. Because it was winter, much of the Park was closed to us, but we were still able to see some amazing cliff dwellings. There were also Petroglyphs, with a possible explanation of what the petroglyphs might mean according to some Native American experts.

We left Mesa Verde and drove to Four Corners, taking a picture of us in 4 states simultaneously. We also saw some amazing Navajo jewelry and art. We then drove to Monument Valley, which is where all of the great desert scenery was taken. We were in awe as we drove through that landscape. Literally we drove for hours and hours through hundreds of miles of amazing redrock canyons and monuments and spires and cliffs. We felt very small indeed, and amazed once again at God's marvelous creations.

After Monument Valley we stayed at the San Juan Motel on the banks of the San Juan River in Mexican Hat, Utah. In the morning we went to the Mexican Hat Branch for Sacrament Meeting. They had dearth of priesthood holders that morning, so Vaughn helped bless the sacrament, and I was the only one passing the sacrament to the 25 people who attended the service. It was great to feel such a strong spirit in that desolate part of the world.

We made a short stop at the Goose Necks of the San Juan, where the San Juan River has carved out an amazing twisting path that curves back on itself many times. I wish I had a wide angle lense to get the whole thing in one shot. The picture included here does not do it justice. It was truly an amazing sight.

Finally we went to National Bridges National Monument, where water has created some gigantic bridges. The one shown here is the smallest, but the only one where we went all the way down and got a good shot of it.

We had an amazing trip. I am grateful to have a good friend to share such experiences with, and grateful to a merciful God who is such a fabulous artist.

Yesterday was truly a historic day. Barak Obama was elected president of the United States of America. He is the first African-American to be elected to our nation’s highest office. This is truly the land of opportunity, where all things are possible, with the help of Almighty God. There are no more excuses. If a black man can become president, winning the popular vote of this entire country by a large margin with the largest voter turn-out in history, then Martin Luther King Jr’s dream that a man will be judged more by the content of his character than by the color of his skin has taken a huge step forward. God Bless America! When I watched Martin Luther King Jr. march on Washington in the 60's and give his famous “I have a Dream” speech, there were very few white people that marched with him, but I marched with him in my heart, and as I felt his powerful words take hold of my heart “Let freedom ring, Let freedom ring” I hoped and prayed that his dream, his vision, his God-inspired work would bring a bounteous harvest. Yesterday I saw Barak Obama, standing with men and women of all races, reap the blessings of those wonderful seeds planted so many decades ago by those courageous civil rights leaders. As I write these words I am in tears, knowing that I have seen the hand of God blessing this great country. As I read the scriptures I have the expectation that this world will become progressively worse, more wicked, and in some respects that is true if you consider the scourge of ography that is sweeping this world. However, as I visit the neighborhoods where I grew up I see places that were once havens for dealers and s that are now places for families to gather and have a picnic. I see streets that were once unkempt and deteriorating that are now lined with banners honoring our brave men and women who are serving this country in the armed forces. And as I watch a nation put aside their prejudices to elect a black man to lead this great democracy, I see an America that is good. The people of America are good and I know in the bottom of my heart that God has blessed America. This day I am proud to be an American. Although President Obama may be more liberal than I would like, and he may champion some policies that I disagree with, I believe that the hope that he gives to every young boy and that feels they are in a hopeless situation, whether because of their race or their religion or their parentage or their income or whatever, will do more to revitalize America than any government policy that either a Democrat or a Republican could institute. I am still a Republican and I believe in the basic Republican values of less government, more local control, lower taxes, strong military, etc., but in my opinion the election of Barak Obama was one of the greatest days in the history of this great country. God Bless America!

I think it is worthwhile to reprint here that great speech from Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.:

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
Martin Luther King, Jr., delivering his 'I Have a Dream' speech from the steps of Lincoln Memorial. (photo: National Park Service)

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical . Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black s will be able to join hands with little white boys and white s as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"