I’m thinking about another Sunday, in Birmingham, AL, forty-seven years ago. It has been a weekend of memories of sad and terrifying events. I try to focus on the positive. How things have changed. How life goes on. How the world, and its people, still exist. And I’ll be busy cooking and cleaning for Ukrainian visitors tonight, members of the Kiev Orchestra who are traveling and performing around the U.S. But as I sit in the church where they’re playing, enjoying their music, I’ll also be focused on another church at another place and time, and will be thinking of Cynthia Wesley, Carole Robertson, Addie Mae Collins, Denise McNair, Johnny Brown Robinson, Virgil Ware, and their families.