With apologies to MLK and all those who love his original version

With apologies to and veneration of Martin Luther King, Jr. and his epic speech, and in celebration of his month of birth, I offer this humous, yet completely heartfelt interpretation on his famous discourse:

I have a dream that Sunday this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all children are created equal, and that they too are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness through playing with toys daily.

I have a dream that one day even the church of old men who are trying so hard to follow the handbooks and good women just trying to carve themselves a small place to keep a few special things, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom for small children to play with germ covered toys.

I have a dream that my seven little nursery children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the amount of stuff they require to make it through three hours of church, but by their loving hugs and cheerful smiles.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in the nursery, despite its careless grownups, with their lips dripping with the words of anger and frustration, thoughtlessness and inattention -- one day right there in the youngest nursery class little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and little brown boys and little brown girls, and if it so be, little green boys and little green girls - they will all be able to join hands as sisters and brothers and play Ring Around the Rosie.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every Playland ball shall be exalted, and every Matchbox car shall be made to go, the lost toys shall be found, and the found toys shall be unbroken, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together in the faces of those blessed children.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the nursery room with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair of the fight over space in the building a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our ward and stake into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood and sisterhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father's played, land where my mother's prayed, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"

And if Zion is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi -- from every mountainside even those in desolate Utah and Idaho. Let it ring from all the corners of the Blessed Earth.

Let freedom ring.

And when this happens - when we allow freedom to ring -- when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children -- will be able to join hands and sing in the words near unto those of the old Negro spiritual: "Toys at last! Toys at last! Thank the Lord God Almighty, our Toys have returned at last!"