I write to you out of concern and a new mistrust of you. All is not lost and I haven’t and won’t stand from the table and leave, to never read your words again. Not yet. But I must tell you that I am checking for exits.
You’ve alarmed me and surprised me. Especially you, the Christian blogger. While you have been proclaiming many of the truths in the Word of God, it appears you have begun to be selective in which truths and commands you follow, as if one takes precedence over another and emotions being the gauge that controls the selection.
You may have been gifted with poets, healers, philosophers and teachers, but some of us have been gifted with warriors. The Valiant Ones. Dark ones who must do dark things to allow Light and freedom to survive. They’ve been keeping evil at bay while you sleep for thousands of years. They gladly live in the shadows without thanks and recognition. It is their calling. They don’t need your praise.
But what they do need you failed to give. You rose up when an alarm was sounded and you voiced your opinion. Many of you didn’t say it out loud. You inferred. Strongly. Without metaphors and without guise. You labeled a cop a murderer. You all but said it and some did and some still do say it.
Without evidence. Without credibility. Without proof. And I ask you, if it comes to light that it was not murder, will you recant publically? Will you offer apology to the character assassination you participated in?
You’ve assumed many things. You heard half of a story and you believed it was the whole of a story. You believed your knowledge to be full knowledge. You wanted justice and demanded it but justice is always, always based on truth. And you weren’t willing to wait for it. You perceived truth with no possibility for error in your perception. You mingled humanism with your Christian passion.
And I don’t think you understand what you helped to do. So I will tell you.
When you labeled a cop a murderer before facts were known, you all but placed an effigy in my sons yards. You’ve fed a mistrust and revealed a lack of understanding. You were building a platform with one hand while furnishing the wood for gallows with the other. I want to believe it was done out of passion and love. But your zeal without knowledge is a dangerous thing.
I remember the day a community heard a partial truth when one of my three sons who are all police officers had to discharge his gun. He went five years without pulling his gun out of holster with intent to shoot to kill. Within hours a Facebook group had started and a virtual lynch mob was formed. Reporters were called. TV crews drove to town. His picture was given out, accusations and verbal assaults given. Then they published his address and suggestions on what to do to him and his family when they got him. He was given the week off so he could stay with his wife and young children to protect them. Online, the virtual mob grew without necessary and vital information and truths to make an honest discovery and claim.
I didn’t like it but I was not surprised. The world will do what the world does.
But you, you caught me unawares, Christian blogger. You’ve been given boundaries and safeguards to protect against the slander, the character assassinations, the prejudice, the volatile eruption of your emotions. And you blew through every gate of protection offered and commanded to you.
“Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.” Exodus 20:16
“Buy the truth and sell it not.” Proverbs 23:23
“He that answereth a matter before he heareth it, it is folly and shame unto him.” Proverbs 18:13
“…Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.” Matthew 10:16
You have fed the mistrust that exists by not counterbalancing with truth, by not waiting in your rush to judgment, by your subtle inference that this cop was a murderer. And that mistrust puts my sons at even a greater risk. And now, while the mob chants “Time to kill a cop” and throws urine on them, partly fed by your need to right all wrongs before full disclosure was given, my sons now must make plans for if they should need to discharge their weapon. They now make a plan to flee their homes, hide their wives and children. Because it is now guilty until proven innocent. Even with the Christians.
Maybe you care to know how I feel. I highly doubt it. So I don’t write this for you. I write this as a voice for every family member of every soldier, Marine, veteran, prison guard, and police officer. I write this for every one who wears the shield, the armor, carrys the guns, and stays silent while a world of ‘peacemakers’ crucifies people based on media coverage and limited knowledge.
You don’t know our world. You cannot comprehend the violence we live with. You don’t like the armor. It’s too much armor. You don’t like the gun. It’s too big of a gun. You don’t like the armored vehicle. You are uncomfortable. Without an ounce of condescension I say I fully understand. It is uncomfortable. But you simply do not know. And you will not understand for whatever reason. You’ve drawn a line between your perception of righteousness and justice. But your God of peace is also your God of war. Your God of love is also a God of violence. He changeth not. I am uncomfortable with it all at times. But some men and women have been called, yes called, to this life. And your armchair quarterbacking and doling out judgment in the name of Christ was premature.
And this I have learned about you. When a lynch mob comes to my family’s door, with half truths and misinformation, blindly believed because of mob mentality and media incitement, it’s quite possible I will see your face in the virtual crowd. You believed without hesitation the guilt of a policeman. So I know you could and would do it again. You would do it to my sons. Without ever knowing their character, their testimony, their love for community, and their fierce hearts to keep evil away from civilians. You would do it in a heart beat. You already did it.
You don’t have to like, appreciated or understand our violent and dark world. We don’t need you to or want you to. But we do hold you, as a Christian writer to a high standard of Scriptural integrity.
Not all violence is evil. Not all who discharge their guns are racists. And not all that kill are murderers. You have a severely violent God. And He has not mellowed one bit. And He requires of you truth. I wish you would have waited on the inferred judgment of a cold blooded murder and racist labeling.
I wish you wouldn’t have helped to draw the map to the cop’s house. I wish you would have let the words burn in your heart before you let them burn mine.
A Proud Mother of Law Enforcement Sons