Lives Matter, No Qualifiers Needed

Deputy Sheriff Darren Goforth, 47 (roughly the same age as me), was executed the other day. All Deputy Goforth was doing was pumping gas when he was shot in the back of the head, then filled with 14 more .40 cal. holes.

deputy goforthHe didn’t deserve to be murdered. No one does.

His life mattered as much as anyone else’s, no matter what the color of his skin.

Yet, in St. Paul, Minnesota, “black lives matter” protesters felt it appropriate to march through the streets yelling out, “pigs in a blanket, fry ’em like bacon!

Folks, I agree with Harris County Sheriff Ron Hickman who said:

“This rhetoric has gotten out of control. We’ve heard ‘black lives matter,’ ‘all lives matter.’ Well cops’ lives matter too.”

And I also think we should wholeheartedly go along with Sheriff Hickman’s suggestion:

“Why don’t we just drop the qualifier and say ‘lives matter.’ Take that to the bank.”

Those who can walk through the streets and claim one kind of life matters, while at the same time, with mocking vulgarity, call for the murder of the very ones who seek to serve and protect them, have not only lost the argument, but any amount of sympathy from me.

To add further insult to injury, the very ones marching and calling for the killing of police were being escorted through the streets and protected by… you guessed it… POLICE!

Look, I am sorry that this is not a post full of biblical insight or humor. I am sorry that it has nothing to do with legalism or religion. I am sorry it is not uplifting or encouraging. Maybe next time.

But here I am, prayerfully considering joining our county police department in order to voluntarily serve as a police chaplain. I am considering putting my life at risk, to become a target, all in order to help encourage those men and women who risk their lives every day for you and me. Even though that badge is not yet on my chest, those protesters are talking about ME!

And you wonder why I am taking this a little more personally?

Do I want to see my wife become a widow? Do I want my girls to lose a father to an idiot who thinks all cops are responsible for some city’s racial woes? No, I want to LIVE as long as I can, because MY LIFE MATTERS, TOO!

But here’s the thing… I’m willing to put my life on the line…to step up to the plate…to stand in the gap… so that some other policeman can go home to his family unhurt, sane, still married, and reassured he’s doing the right thing.

And every man or woman who puts on that uniform and badge each day will keep doing it, despite the threats from the protesters in the street… because of honor, commitment, courage, duty, service, and love for their fellow man.

Should I be able to serve with them in any capacity, it will be an honor…

because their lives – like all of our lives – matter. No qualifiers.

My heartfelt condolences go out to the Goforth family. My the God of all comfort give you peace and wrap His arms around you.

UPDATE: As I was about to publish this post (Tuesday, 9/01/2015), a news alert came across my phone: Another policeman was shot in Chicago. Our nation is gradually sinking into anarchy while our president plays golf, our pulpits preach tolerance, and our people praise Miley Cyrus. God help us.

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