Lives Matter

Black lives matter.
Happy lives matter.
Athletic lives matter.
Criminal lives matter.
Unborn lives matter.
Dirty lives matter.
Angry lives matter.
Enemy lives matter.
Friendly lives matter.
Racist lives matter.
Extreme lives matter.
Boring lives matter.
Addict lives matter.
Actor lives matter.
Politician lives matter.
Muslim lives matter.
Cute lives matter.

Add two words to any of these slogans and we change the world.

We get into trouble when we add these two words: “more than”.

As in, “Rich lives matter MORE THAN poor lives matter,”
or, “Voting lives matter MORE THAN silent lives matter,”
or the ever popular, “Our lives matter MORE THAN your lives matter.”

Add these two words and we are adding prejudice and hate.

However, if we try these two words: “To God”…

“Broken lives matter TO GOD,”
or, “Lonley lives matter TO GOD,”
and of course, “Our lives matter TO GOD.”

Add these two words and we add humbleness and purpose.

God breaks paritiality and prejudice with this phrase from the book of Job…

“God shows no partiality to princes and does not favor the rich over the poor, for they are all the work of His hand.” – Job 34:19

There is a reason that lives matter to God.  He created them.  Lives were God’s idea in the first place.

Therefore, my response to the people that are around me is actually my response to God.
How do I feel about you? – the question is really how do I feel about God’s work?   (That, by the way, is the reason that I like you so much.)

What would happen in my life if I honored all lives as the work of God’s hand?

Which two words will you choose?

Choose Your Weapon

I was working the late shift at Blimpies (Say simply Blimpie for fresh sliced subs.). 

When I took the trash out, I noticed some movement near my Jeep.  A couple of guys were looking for a free radio.  I went back in the door and grabbed the first thing I saw, a large bread knife, and walked back out to the parking lot.

Now, I don’t know what would have happened if they would have seen the knife.  If they had no weapon, I am pretty sure the long blade would have provoked the two of them to break my skull.  

If they did have a weapon, I’m sure it would have trumped a bread knife.  I wasn’t really thinking about all of that at the time, just how, maybe, I should put locking doors on my Jeep.

I confronted the two hooligans and never pulled out the knife.  When I walked up behind the two, they did not notice me, so I said, “Whatcha looking for?”  They were in their car before I was finished with the sentence.

Presence is a powerful enough weapon.

We all choose our weapons.  What we use to fight for breathing room in this place.  What weapon will you fight with today? Will it be something as important as your presence or as insignificant as a bread knife?

When you see someone hurting in your neighbor’s house, what weapon will you choose to fight the sadness?
When disease breaks your sister, what weapon will you choose to restore hope?
When there are no answers and all questions, what weapon will you choose in the silence?

There are those that would say God’s weapon of choice is love, but I don’t think so.  I think it is presence.  God changed the world by being here.  Jesus was called Emmanuel = God with us.  God uses His presence to prove His love.  

You can prove your love today as well.  You can prove God’s love.

27 years ago God told me that He loves me.  He used this verse:  Matthew 28:20 – “…I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”  That verse has made me the person I am today.

God’s presence – with it, He battles for my heart.  He fights for you today as well.