Dr. King was born into prominence; his father pastored an important Atlanta church. He was expected to succeed his father.
But young Martin married and went to Montgomery, partly to please Coretta and partly to declare his independence. He intended to continue his scholarship (a Ph.D. from Boston University) and serve a quiet congregation.
It seems God was guiding him to be in that place at that time. Yet, few in Montgomery knew him and fewer still saw greatness in him. At the beginning.
He did not put himself forward, but when others did, and he felt God’s hand, he stepped up. That was 1955.
By 1968, he was dead, assassinated. In between, he led the pilgrim people–black and white–who sought justice.
The lesson: how you start life matters, yes, but more important than that is what you choose to do with what is handed to you along the way. Every time he faced a crossroads, a seemingly intractable challenge, he was on his knees seeking divine guidance.
He knew from whence his strength came.