Quote by Martin Luther King Jr.

Whatever your heart clings to and confides in, that is really your God, your functional savior.


Whatever your heart clings to and confides in, that is reall

Summary

This quote reflects the idea that people often, consciously or unconsciously, find solace and put their trust in something or someone outside of themselves. It suggests that the object of their affection or reliance is essentially their God or functional savior. Whether it be a person, an idea, material possessions, or even an abstract concept, these things provide a sense of security, purpose, and meaning in their lives. The quote invites us to introspect and evaluate what we place our trust in, as it ultimately becomes our guiding force and source of hope.

By Martin Luther King Jr.
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