Diary

#AllLivesMatter, Folks

Friends, we need to talk.

If you’re like most Americans, you’ve been following the tragic story coming out of Virginia this morning. I’m absolutely heartbroken. To think of the family members and friends who literally watched their loved ones gunned down on live TV is almost more than I can bear.

But why are we grieving over these young lives that were tragically cut short? I don’t know about you, but I’m grieving because two lives ended. And unlike some people, I firmly believe that all lives matter.

This shouldn’t be a political point, but it has become one. I’m sick and tired of the games being played with ‪#‎InsertGroupHereLivesMatter‬. If you are a human being, your life matters. Period. Like the old Sunday School song says, “Red or yellow, black or white – ALL are precious in God’s sight.” We have totally forgotten that every single life matters to God.

Every. Single. One.

And if they matter to God, they should absolutely matter to us.

It doesn’t matter whether you are a New York billionaire or a single mom working two jobs to feed your kids – your life matters.

It doesn’t matter whether you are a die-hard conservative or a life-long liberal – your life matters.

And it doesn’t matter if you are an elderly person in a wheelchair or an unborn baby – your life matters.

My point here is not to start a heated debate on race. We as a nation have spent far too long divided along certain lines, be they political or racial. This is something that should transcend all else – the fact that we all are human beings.We didn’t stop to find out whether those reporters were white or black before mourning their death. We all knew that two human lives had ended.

I pray that we will use this event as a reminder that we should care about ALL lives. And I pray that we will stop these political games, and come together as one nation under God.