Congressman John Lewis took his fight for civil rights to the other side when he died July 27, 2020 at the age of 80.
Along with Dr. King, Lewis stood for equal rights in our country and was almost killed in the process in Selma, AL.
In Lewis’s memory, let’s consider the poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley and how it’s words can inspire us all:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
“I am the captain of my soul” never forget that, for truer words were never spoken.