âThe first twenty-five years of my life were very comfortable years, very happy years,âKing later said, reflecting back on that moment in the most remarkable and self-revealing utterances he ever made publicly: I didnât have to worry about anything. I have a marvelous mother and father. They went out of their way to provide everything for their children âŚI went right on through school; I never had to drop out to work or anything. And you know, I was about to conclude that life had been wrapped up for me in a Christmas package. Now of course I was religious, I grew up in the church. Iâm the son of a preacher âŚmy grandfather was a preacher, my great grandfather was a preacher, my only brother is a preacher, my daddyâs brother is a preacher, so I didnât have much choice, I guess. But I had grown up in the church, and the church meant something very real to me, but it was a kind of inherited religion and I had never felt an experience with God in the way that you must, and have it, if youâre going to walk the lonely paths of this life. That night, for the first time in his life, King felt such an experience as he sought to escape the pressures the MIA presidency had placed upon him. He thought more about how trouble-free his life had been until the movement began. Everything was done [for me], and if I had a problem I could always call Daddyâmy earthly father. Things were solved. But one day after finishing school, I was called to a little church, down in Montgomery, Alabama. And I started preaching there. Things were going well in that church, it was a marvelous experience. But one day a year later, a lady by the name of Rosa Parks decided that she wasnât going to take it any longer.âŚIt was the beginning of a movement, âŚand the people of Montgomery asked me to serve them as a spokesman, and as the president of the new organization âŚthat came into being to lead the boycott. I couldnât say no. And then we started our struggle together. Things were going well for the first few days but then, about ten or fifteen days later, after the white people in Montgomery knew that we meant business, they started doing some nasty things. They started making nasty telephone calls, and it came to the point that some days more than forty telephone calls would come in, threatening my life, the life of my family, the life of my child. I took it for a while, in a strong manner. But that night, unable to be at peace with himself, King feared he could take it no longer. It was the most important night of his life, the one he always would think back to in future years when the pressures again seemed to be too great. âIt was around midnight,âhe said, thinking back on it. âYou can have some strange experiences at midnight.âThe threatening caller had rattled him deeply. âNigger, we are tired of you and your mess now. And if you arenât out of this town in three days, weâre going to blow your brains out, and blow up your house.âI sat there and thought about a beautiful little daughter who had just been born.âŚShe was the darling of my life. Iâd come in night after night and see that little gentle smile. And I sat at that table thinking about that little girl and thinking about the fact that she could be taken away from me any minute. And I started thinking about a dedicated, devoted and loyal wife, who was over there asleep. And she could be taken from me, or I could be taken from her. And I got to the point that I couldnât take it any longer. I was weak. Something said to me, you canât call on Daddy now, heâs up in Atlanta a hundred and seventy-five miles away. You canât even call on Mama now. Youâve got to call on that something in that person that your Daddy used to tell you about, that power that can make a way out of no way. And I discovered then that religion had to become real to me, and I had to know God for myself. And I bowed down over that cup of coffee. I never will forget it âŚI prayed a prayer, and I prayed out loud that night. I said, âLord, Iâm down here trying to do whatâs right. I think Iâm right. I think the cause that we represent is right. But Lord, I must confess that Iâm weak now. Iâm faltering. Iâm losing my courage. And I canât let the people see me like this because if they see me weak and losing my courage, they will begin to get weak.âThen it happened: And it seemed at that moment that I could hear an inner voice saying to me, âMartin Luther, stand up for righteousness. Stand up for justice. Stand up for truth. And lo I will be with you, even until the end of the world.ââŚI heard the voice of Jesus saying still to fight on. He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone. No never alone. No never alone. He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone."
