One of my favorite recordings is Solomon Burke singing Patty Griffin’s magnificent song, “Up To The Mountain”—her tribute to Dr. Martin Luther King based on the famous mountain top speech Dr. King gave the night before he was assassinated in Memphis. This song is so important to me that I’ve asked Jenny to have it played at my funeral, which I’m hoping is many years from now. Here are they lyrics:
I went up to the mountain because you asked me toUp over the clouds to where the sky is blueI could see all around me everywhereI could see all around me everywhereSometimes I feel like I’ve never been nothing but tiredAnd I’ll be working ‘til the day I expireSometimes I lay down no more can I doBut then I go on again because you asked me toSome days I look down afraid I will fallThough the sun shines I see nothing at allAnd I hear your sweet voice come and then goTelling me softly you love me soThe peaceful valley just over the mountainThe peaceful valley few come to knowI may never get there ever in this lifetimeSooner or later it’s there I will goSooner or later it’s there I will go
There are many important messages in this song—the power of knowing you have a calling, that you are doing what you are meant to do, that you are acting on the force and focus that come from a perfectly clear personal vision. But what hit me this weekend as I listened was the difference one person can make when all of those factors are united laser-like in action dedicated to making the world freer, more just, equitable, humane. This is what George Bernard Shaw has written is the “true joy in life,”
the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy…
The people who strive for mighty purposes shine like lights in the darkness of our day-to-day struggles. These heroes, Dr. Martin Luther King, Abraham Lincoln, Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Theresa, seem like saints who have accomplished so much, people so far above us that we can never approach what they do.
And yet, they fight, for freedom, health, equality, respect, goodness, that is a fight all of us can fight. And that is a fight, I believe, that is especially there for every teacher to choose. When a teacher’s kindness and empathy help a student find self-respect, when a teacher’s high expectations compel a student to believe she can be more than she realizes, when a teacher’s commitment to self-improvement helps him better teach students to read, the teacher is engaged in the same struggle that our saintly heroes fought—the fight to make the world a better place. In a real way, profoundly dedicated teachers are climbing “up to the mountain.” To teach with integrity is to hold up hope that the world can and will be better.
There is no measuring this hard, good work; there is only the knowledge that we are doing the best we can. And who is to say that a second-grade teacher in New Orleans or an AP English teacher in New York City won’t ultimately have as much impact as Dr. King.
It was a teacher, after all, that brought Dr. Martin Luther King into the world and taught him how to read.
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