It’s been a long time comin, but a change is gonna come. The past couple days have been gruesome for my city.
What have we done to ourselves and to each other to make us think our lives don’t matter? What makes anyone think that the race of a person should be the base of our judgement of them? What have we done? What have we done to make our brother so angry that he feels he has to hurt cops of an opposite race, what have we done?
D is for Dallas. Dallas is my home. And that what makes this batch of shootings especially hurtful. When you have a family friend who works in the police department that is getting so much attention these days, it makes you think twice about shrugging off the fact that this isn’t a small deal.
D is for devastation. I’ve probably never met any of the 5 slain officers. But they were all someone’s husband or son or dad. They were all tied together in a love for their work and loyalty to the safety of people they probably didn’t even know. And it was exploited by an act of disagreement.
D is for disagreement. One thing that needs to be understood is that stereotypes do not shape the worth, thought process, intentions, or beliefs of any one person. The hashtags claiming a race’s life matters do no justice to really knowing the worth and equality of every person of every race, religion, etc. You are not a stereotype. We are one people, all made in God’s image. He has never looked at one of his beautiful creations and decided that one mattered more or less than another. Standing together to decide not to accept the hate and evil we see everyday is what our goal needs to be.
D is for dedication. It takes a different type of person to be a police officer, firefighter, or anyone else of service. You face the crowd who is running the opposite direction in fear. You walk right into it. I’ve never heard of any greater bravery than that. Thank you.
D is for deliverance. The night of the shootings, my heart was heavy and breaking. It hurt for my city and the people who were directly and indirectly affected alike. In 2 Corinthians 1:10 it says, “He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and He will deliver us again. On Him we have set our hope that He will continue to deliver us.”
A prayer we pray often in our house is “Protect us and keep us safe. In Jesus’ name, amen.” While the officers weren’t physically protected, their eyes cannot see the evil of Earth, but they are dancing and basking in the glory of heaven. I have peace knowing we have amazing officers who spend their lives protecting families besides just their own. I have peace knowing that stereotypes do not define people with skin that is light, dark, or any color in between, but now more than ever, it’s just a physical feature, not what separates us.
Pray for each other. Encourage each other. If you see an officer, shake their hand. Thank them for their service. Remember what has happened & rejoice in recovery.
Verse(s): “And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.”
“My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life.”
“Deliver me from evildoers and save me from those who are after my blood.”
“O’Lord” by Lauren Daigle from the album How Can It Be (2015)
Here Now (Madness) [feat. Hillsong UNITED] [Live] by Hillsong Worship from the album OPEN HEAVEN/River Wild (2015)
“Mercy Mercy” by Hillsong UNITED from the album Zion (2014)
“A Change is Gonna Come” by Sam Cooke from the album Ain’t That Good News (1964)