Today we’re visiting Martin Luther King Jr’s birth home and Ebenezer Baptist Church… and we’re going there in the summertime.
Last July, the Dear Man and I visited Atlanta, and one of the best things we did was visit Martin Luther King Jr’s childhood home and the church down the street.
And I gotta say: Wow. It was a remarkable experience.
As we approached Ebenezer Baptist Church (the Ebenezer Baptist Church!) I felt like I needed to pinch myself. It felt like we were walking on sacred ground.
It looks just how it looked in all the photos I saw when I was growing up.
And the church is now part of the Martin Luther King Jr National Historic Site, so it’s preserved basically as an historic site and no longer functions as a working church.
So it feels kind of frozen in time.
(Speaking of time… this is the clock that’s viewable from the pulpit, and I found it completely captivating. This is the clock he would have seen while preaching!)
So we got to sit in the pews…
…and sit in the fellowship hall on the lower level. (For whatever reason, this also was completely overstimulating. I kept tapping the Dear Man on the arm and saying, “We get to see the fellowship hall!“)
And then, down the street about two blocks: the house where MLK Jr was born.
It’s a lovely house, and it made me happy to think of the young preacher’s son spending his first years there.
And then we visited the gift shop next door and I bought a copy of The Autobiography of Martin Luther King, Jr., which I haven’t read yet because I own it. (Anyone else suffer from this malady? The library books get first attention, because: due dates. So the books I own: utterly ignored).
But it’s on my 2017 TBR, and that reading experience is gonna happen. I’m looking forward to it.
And this year, as we think of Dr. King on this day, I feel especially fortunate to have stood where he walked and where he talked.
If you ever have the opportunity to visit, my friends… I highly recommend it.