Please forgive me, if I fail to phrase properly what is on my heart. The last thing I hope to do here is to offend someone with this message. I’ll just do the best I can, asking for grace upfront.
My heart is hurting, as people are fighting over whose lives
matter. Maybe your heart hurts too. Doesn’t everyone matter? Or shouldn’t they?
After all, God doesn’t play favorites. He is wholly impartial (see Deuteronomy
10:17, Romans 2:11, and Ephesians 6:9) and fair and true and
just. He says we matter to Him and that we ought to matter to one another as
well.
But we don't matter to each other. Or we treat each other like we don't. And when those who have been devalued for ages call for mattering, those who have never felt that deep distress call out, "Us too." It's as if we find it impossible to share the spotlight, even now.
But it's not. And it's time (way past time) for all of us to face the matter.
But we don't matter to each other. Or we treat each other like we don't. And when those who have been devalued for ages call for mattering, those who have never felt that deep distress call out, "Us too." It's as if we find it impossible to share the spotlight, even now.
But it's not. And it's time (way past time) for all of us to face the matter.
What does it even mean
to matter?
Let’s go back to basics for a moment.
The dictionary offers definitions for this term as both a
noun and a verb. As a noun, “matter” means something has physical substance,
occupying space. The word can also pertain to a topic under discussion or
consideration. As a verb, “matter” speaks of importance and significance.
Can we just say “Yes” to all of the above? As a matter of
fact, I think we ought to go right to the heart of the matter and do exactly
that. People don’t just take up space. People are important. Life matters. Human
lives matter.
We are made of matter, but even more, we are made to matter. No matter what anyone says, we matter to God.
Enough with the wordplay, which I include for emphasis.
While I want to stand on the roof and holler to all who will hear that I think
we need to recognize the value of every life, I am not aiming for triteness. I’m
not plastering simplistic memes all over social networking. Sure, plenty of
those who do are well-meaning folks, aiming only to express kindness and
goodwill. Others may be trying to gloss over the problem, like it's not really there.
But it is.
But it is.
This is not some fluffy and sweet icing, slathered over
society’s very real turmoil like smearing fancy frosting on yesterday's crumbly lunchbox cupcake and trying to pass it
off as a gourmet dish.
Enter the “lives
matter” slogans.
Black lives matter. Blue lives matter. Gay lives matter.
Straight lives matter. And we’re all getting black and blue and bloodied by
those who claim they don’t matter enough and those who argue that some may
matter too much. It feels like, everywhere we turn, people are hating on one
another, while calling for more significance and acceptance and welcome.
It grieves my heart to see people profiled and mistreated
for bearing traits that match other people’s prejudices. How many tragedies must we
witness, in which guilty ones get away, while innocent ones are slain or maimed
merely for misconceptions? Misplaced blame is wrong wherever it occurs. And it
happens.
We can say, “All lives matter.” And that is surely so. But historically (and even presently), some lives aren’t collectively valued enough -- by a long-shot. This cannot continue.
If we are really honest, don’t we all find disgusting pockets of prejudice (of all kinds) in our own hearts? Are we practicing any kinds of favoritism, even if we’ve convinced ourselves that we aren’t?
I’m sorry. Honestly,
I am.
I may not have contributed directly to the massive social
ills that have spanned decades and centuries and led to unfair treatment,
social inequities, miscarriages of justice, and educational and career
opportunity unfairness, and outright brutality. I’ve never had a hand in
violence over prejudicial issues. I’ve not participated in building or shaping
society’s unfair practices or biases.
But I have surely looked askance at (or feared) people who
looked different, practiced different religions, supported different political
ideologies (or candidates), lived by different moral codes, or were otherwise
wholly unlike me. Or maybe because they just didn’t like me.
God, forgive me for hiding out in privilege, even if I was too blind to realize it.
I’ve come to loathe ethnic jokes, no matter whom they
target. Go ahead. Insert your own background in the punch line. Not so funny
now, right?
The Bible says prejudice is sinful (see James 2:9).
I hate that the proverbial glass ceiling still exists in
much of corporate America. I bumped my own head on that thing several years ago.
As a young executive, I was stupefied to discover the company was paying me considerably
less than several men I supervised.
That gripe, though valid, hardly compares to the struggles
so many still face.
That’s valid. Even if their methods of calling out for mattering madden some segments of mainstream society, the message matters much. And it's way past time for the world to wake up to the value of every life.
Sure, all lives matter. But those who are calling for more mattering are not asking for others to matter less. They just want to matter as much as everybody else.
That’s valid. Even if their methods of calling out for mattering madden some segments of mainstream society, the message matters much. And it's way past time for the world to wake up to the value of every life.
Those who are like us matter, no matter who "we" or "they" are. Those who are unlike us matter. Let's not trivialize that by hollering "Us too!" in the midst of this long-standing and agonized cry for relief.
Over the years, I have often been surprised to find that I
grew soundly and surely fond of all sorts of people who are wholly unlike me. Some of my dearest friends don't look anything like me (and that's a good thing). Ideologically, there are those in my life who stand for things I abhor, but I enjoy these
folks and feel real affection for them. My expectations and preconceived
notions have been blown away, time and time again. That doesn’t make me
special. It only means our lives have become up-close and personal. For that, I’m
grateful.
I am blessed with friends of all sorts. And I am certain
that God loves each of them every bit as much as He loves me and more than I
ever could.
We can get all caught up in race, creed, politics, gender,
or all sorts of particulars. And those things matter, as they identify who we
are and what we stand for. But they simply cannot measure the worth of a
person.
Still, we may have to come to know a person to recognize and appreciate
that worth. Maybe it's worth the effort.
Human lives matter, simply because they matter to God. And those that are still being devalued have the greatest need to matter. Now.
But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness.(James 3:17-18, NIV, emphasis added)
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