Soul Survivor: How Thirteen Unlikely Mentors Helped My Faith Survive the Church by Philip Yancey

I am still reading

this book

but wanted to write about one particular passage right now. I might come back to write more when I finish the book.

On page 106 of my version, Yancey writes about "an impromptu sermon Martin Luther King, Jr., gave one day." He was responding to the tiredness of the students and volunteers in the movement. "King sensed the students' temptation to become bitter, and then to turn on opponents in the same spirit of hostility they had been receiving--to become the enemy, in other words." He said:

A big danger for us is the temptation to follow the people we are opposing. They call us names, so we call them names. Our names may not be "redneck" or "cracker"; they may be names that have a sociological or psychological veneer to them, a gloss; but they are names, nonetheless--"ignorant," or "brainwashed," or "duped" or "hysterical" or "poor-white" or "consumed by hate." I know you will all give me plenty of evidence in support of those categories, and I remind you that in many people, in many people called segregationists, there are other things going on in their lives; this person or that person, standing here or there may also be other things--kind to neighbors and family, helpful and good spirited at work.

You all know, I think, what I'm trying to say--that we must try not to end up with stereotypes of those we oppose, even as they slip all of us into their stereotypes. And who are we? Let us not do to ourselves as others (as our opponents) do to us: try to put ourselves into one all-inclusive category--the virtuous ones as against the evil ones, or the decent ones as against the malicious, prejudiced ones, or the well-educated as against the ignorant. You can see that I can go on and on--and there is the danger: the "us" or "them" mentality takes hold, and we do, actually, begin to run the risk of joining ranks with the very people we are opposing. I worry about this a lot these days.

(From

The Call of Service

Yes, I, too, worry about this a lot these days.

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