Many stand with protest signs against abortion, LGBT, religion, war, and so many other things. We all are very good at finding things to disagree with each other about, right? But if you are thinking that this is a post debating about hot, controversial topics, sorry, its not.
I can be quick to jump in with both feet to engage in a battle of wits, (which doesn’t always end well for me…) But standing up on a soapbox and engaging in a debate over a hot topic is something that I am much slower about doing.
This post isn’t about the issues that face us, its about the faces that we need to see.
Its about the scared. teenage girl who hides in the school bathroom stall holding a little stick in her hand that has just changed her life!
Its about the runaway who lives on the street, because they are willing to risk the horrors of the street if it means they don’t need to face the horrors at home. The runaway guy or girl, who you may very well march right by with your protest signs.
This post has to do with the homeless guy who you may stumble over if you aren’t looking, as you march on with your signs.
The young soldier out on the battlefield who is like you and me with hopes and dreams that he hopes he lives to see.
We get so caught up in protesting and making our voices heard, that our ears can become closed to the voices that should be heard ringing in our ears.
The voices that cry, “Look at me! Listen to my story. Don’t just throw a label on me.”
We carry signs that talk about valuing the sanctity of life, but what about the sanctity of life outside the womb as well. How much do we value that?
This post isn’t about the issues, its about looking past the issues, into the person’s heart.
Its not just about saying that every life matters, its about showing that all lives matter, because in God’s eyes, ALL lives do!