Every time the headlines scream death and destruction, I feel like I’ve been punched.
My heart hurts.
It hurts for the community of people who feel targeted by police.
It hurts for police officers and their families who feel targeted for simply doing their jobs.
It hurts for the mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, brothers, sisters and others who will bury someone this week.
It hurts because the possibility for constructive conversation around what has been done, what should be done and what might be done is drowned out by wailing and yelling and strident protests and incendiary social media posts that leave no room for real change.
We are all on one side or the other.
And that is beyond sad. It is diabolical.
Jesus said that the thief comes only to “steal, kill and destroy”. (John 10:10)
I refuse to be part of the enemy’s plot to destroy us by dividing us into opposing camps.
No matter where I fall on the political spectrum, if I add my voice to the screaming and drown out reasonable and meaningful discussion, I join with those advocating anarchy instead of progress toward positive change.
We are making choices right now that will affect ourselves, our children and our grandchildren.
I choose to listen.
I choose to learn.
I choose to try to understand different perspectives and to work toward our common goal of protecting all lives.