THE VISION MUST LIVE ON EVEN IF YOU DIE | Remembering Myles Munroe
I didn’t know Dr. Myles Munroe personally. I can’t even recall having been in the same room with him even once.
Even so, as a Bahamian, his death hurts, deeply and profoundly. It has sent shock waves through The Bahamas and the world. Acknowledging that it has done so has nothing to do with a dearth or absence of faith. Similarly, it in no way, diminishes the tremendous loss of eight other beautiful lives who also perished in what seems like an awful nightmare. But to not acknowledge that here, in this time, Myles Munroe stood tall, perhaps singularly so, as a religious and thought-leader in the modern Bahamas is tantamount to sacrilege. And because there is a time for everything under the sun, let us ask ourselves: “What time is this?”
As a historian, I know that history is inevitably a harsh critic–and there will be a time to reflect, lest I say judge, even our greatest heroes and heroines. But now, is not that time. This is a time for personal self-assessment. As a nation, I hope that it is also a collective time used to heal, a time to build up, a time to gather stones together, a time to love, and a time of peace.