The spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.
For the bread of God is He which cometh down from heaven, and giveth life unto the world.
And He is before all things, and by Him all things consist.
You would have to have been underneath a rock in Antarctica to not at least be aware of what is going on in the United States in terms of relationships between the police forces across the country and the communities that they patrol. There have been several incidents where lives have been lost, and the country is in an uproar over this dilemma. It is a serious situation. I know that God is not happy with the way things are going. I am sure that His heart is broken, especially for each wife, husband, mother, father, child, sibling or grandparent who is mourning the loss of the one that they love over nonsense. God created each one of them; their lives matter to Him.
I have personally been confused about all the uproar. There are some people out there who are crying “Black Lives Matter” and there are others who respond by saying that “All Lives Matter”. While both statements are true, do all lives really matter? Are we just choosing which lives we want to count? I ask that question because I see a lot of disparity in which lives we really think matter.
If “Black Lives Matter”, and we hate what we perceive to be the senseless killings of black people in the hands of authority figures, then why are we not protesting the killings of black babies in the hands of medical professionals, buried inside of abortion clinics, which are usually located within a few miles of low-income housing areas? Do those babies, who are nestled in their mothers’ wombs, not matter? Why is it, that an adult male, who commits a crime, is confronted by police, becomes belligerent and is ultimately killed, matter more than a helpless baby who has done no wrong? The adult male knew better than to do what he did, but when he gets what is coming to him, we believe he was wronged. That baby is his mommy’s tummy has actually done no wrong, but we do not protest his murder. God created both of these individuals; both lives matter to Him.
If “Black Lives Matter”, and we hate the “senseless” killings of black people, why are we not protesting the murders of black people at the hands of other black people? I remember a few years ago when a young woman was killed by her husband, who placed her body in the trunk of her car and drove her to a wooded area and left her there. He then went to his church the next day, and preached the sermon, because he was the pastor. He was eventually tried for her murder, and convicted. He served a short sentence, was released, and went back to his church to resume his duties as pastor. Where is the outrage? How could anyone sit in the church where this man was “pastor” and listen to anything that he had to say? Did the life of his wife not matter? Did the congregation at that church really believe that he was qualified to be the pastor, and that they would grow spiritually under his teaching? What about the family of his late wife? Her parents and family members grieved for their child, as any family would. Did their grief not matter? Why were there no protests? I do know this: God created her, and her life matters to Him.
If “Black Lives Matter” and we hate the “senseless” murders of black people, why were there no protests when the little boy in an urban area of a large city was murdered by people who were retaliating against his father because of his father’s gang-related activities? Why were people not storming the areas where the gangs meet and hang out, crying out against their murder of this innocent little boy? Where is the outrage? I am much more disturbed by his murder than I am the murder of a man who robs a liquor store, is found by police shortly thereafter, and not only resists arrest, but threatens the police officers with a knife! He was justifiably killed by police, but the little boy who was murdered in retaliation had done nothing over which he should have lost his life. That little boy’s life matters to God.
I have more examples of murders that have happened within the Black community, but I will stop here because I think you get my point. I get so sick of hearing about how the black community is wronged by other races, but then we do the same thing to ourselves. Other races have no more respect for us than we have for ourselves. We have the reputation of being what we have been: troublemakers, lazy, criminals, thugs, uneducated, and poor. If we are honest with ourselves, we have that reputation because we have not pursued anything better for ourselves. We are always looking for a handout, instead of trying to find a way to not only better ourselves, but also make the world in which we live a better place. We dug ourselves into a hole, and we are never coming out. It is sad to say, but sometimes the black community can be embarrassing to those of us who happen to be a part of it.
The deeper issue than what lives matter to whom is the fact that all lives are eternal. For those of us who know the LORD Jesus Christ, we know that eternity in heaven is ours. We do not grieve as those who do not know the LORD, for they have a fear of what will happen to them after death. As believers, we have no fear. We know that in physical death, we will be more alive than we have ever been. I pray that if you are reading these words, and you do not know the LORD, you will ask Him to forgive your sins, and become the LORD of your life. Read Romans 10:9-10, which details very specifically how you can be saved. Peter preached to the first church in Acts 2, “Repent! and be baptized, every one of you in the Name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and you shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.” Salvation is the beginning of the true life that matters.
A dear family friend of mine went home to be with the LORD in June of this year. I went to visit her, and she passed away two days later. I remember as I stood at her bedside and held her hand, with her encouraging me as a woman of God and a mother, she had a look on her face that exhibited the joy of the LORD. Brain cancer had taken away her body weight, her physical strength, and her ability to enjoy life to the fullest, but it did not touch her spirit, which was filled with the Spirit of God. As she lay dying, and I know she knew she was dying, because she had refused all treatment (she was 91 years old), she knew that the only life that mattered is life in Jesus Christ. She was waiting for Him to come and get her, and He did. Her life in Him mattered more than anything else. Will you have the same testimony?