Fifty-two years ago, in 1968, the world was going through a very troubled period. It was the height of the ‘Cold War’; on April 4th, Martin Luther King was murdered in Memphis; there were riots in America; thirty people were shot by panicking Police officers in South Carolina.
The sharp-eyed among my readers will have noticed that I’ve quoted a passage from Leviticus for today’s blog, the words of which are very similar to the one from the Letter of James that I chose last week. If we’re honest, none of us remember many sermons from one year to the next, but I’ve never forgotten a sermon that I heard on this verse from Leviticus, several decades ago.
In 1972, I made my first visit to the United States. It included a trip to Dothan, Alabama. The morning after my arrival, I witnessed a young white man shout in a southern drawl at a grey-haired black man: ‘Come here, boy!’
During the last few weeks, I’ve found myself reading more books than before, but I’ve also found occasional time to watch long films. Generally, I find it difficult to free up more than a couple of hours or so to watch a film. But a few weeks ago, I sat down in cold blood to watch the famous 1956 film by Cecil B DeMille, The Ten Commandments, one of the longest films ever made by Hollywood, at three hours and forty minutes.