Annoying Autobiographical Pause: ‘No Man Is An Island, Entire Of Itself’March 5, 2013 - Author: newscoma - Comments are closed
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about faith. Not just spiritual faith or religious beliefs but faith in every area. Every once in awhile some of the nation’s larger blogs will write posts that say things like “21 reasons to restore your faith in humanity” or something of that nature. I find that interesting, although I admit I usually go and look at them that it is pretty much a part of popular culture that we do need our faith in humanity restored.
There are times, because I read entirely too much news, that it’s difficult to have faith because there are so many negative things I see, especially because my job is to watch politics (the state mainly.)
And this story pushed me into really thinking about faith and humanity. I don’t know why it triggered me, but it did.
The 34-year-old mayoral candidate was poised to Mississippi’
s first openly-gay elected official. As a non-profit consultant, scholar and public servant, McMillian announced his mayoral bid last month and pushed forth his extensive dreams to help out his state and his native Clarksdale, Miss.
Sadly, Marco McMillian was found dead near a levee between Sherard and Rena Lara, Miss., according to the Coahama County coroner. His SUV collided with another vehicle on U.S. Highway 49 Tuesday morning, but McMillian wasn’t in the car when authorities arrived. Authorities didn’t find the body until they located his body more than a dozen miles from the accident.
His body was beaten, dragged and set afire in the brutal murder last week, said his family in a statement issued late Sunday.
“We feel this was not a random act of violence based on the condition of the body when it was found,” the McMillian family said. “Marco, nor anyone, should have their lives end in this manner.”
The incident is not being treated as a hate crime although the McMillian family wants it to be.
And so I turned everything off for awhile and started thinking about my ever evolving relationship with faith, my history in the church and how my mother used to tell us this poem when I was a child: