Police Officers have always been respected in our family, but all I see when I look at the tragic news today about the Dallas tragedy is my aspiring police officer: our little boy blue.
We have friends who serve in law enforcement, and I see their sacrifice and service as kindred to my husband’s respected military service.
They work terrible hours to serve people who usually aren’t glad to see them. They risk their lives never knowing for sure whom they have pulled over or how “Stop!” is going to be received. They keep our country from dissolving into chaos by ensuring most of us follow the law of the land.
But the past few days have deeply changed my perspective on the police.
Earlier this week, our middle child (my younger stepson) told me his plan to pursue a career in law enforcement.
And I became that mother.
The one who sees her child in uniform while the world calls him a man.
Probably the same mental image my mother-in-law still has when she sends her baby off to war, a five-year old in camouflage.
He has so many gifts and strengths and interests, I encouraged him to keep his options open as he heads off to college in a year. Goals change; majors change; be willing to see where life takes you.
Of course, he knows everything and isn’t willing to concede that he could encounter a life experience that could change his mind.
But I don’t want to discourage his decision so much as make sure he is following the path he is meant to be on. I could very much see him chasing a pod of whales off the coast of California as a marine biologist or charting stars as an astronomer, but law enforcement is a noble profession and suits his personality.
Then Dallas happened.
Police officers were pointlessly shot and killed, presumably by somebody hateful who only saw their white skin and blue uniforms instead of their humanity, instantly turning wives into widows and children into orphans.
I haven’t been able to do more than skim an occasional news article about the coverage. My heart is breaking too much for their families.
Via Facebook, I watch my friend worrying about her Texas police officer husband, assuring us he is safe. I see my sister in Christ who married a state trooper in Indiana grieving with those families in Texas. My friend in New York is sending her husband off for his next shift today as their baby turns one.
A former student is an Illinois state trooper, who just spent his vacation in Haiti building a school. He stored up the precious memories of these children, who have a different skin color and language, but all he saw was their need for love and a safe education.
He made friends with a precious little girl through their shared burn scars. He was burned in a terrible accident while on duty a few years ago. He couldn’t know her story, but she held his hand and smiled, no longer alone with her scars.
These aren’t police uniforms. They are people, and the ones I know are all good, Godly men who take protect and serve beyond the blue because their service starts at the cross.
I see all these men, and they are all their mothers’ little boys in blue.
I don’t know if my stepson will maintain this as his career choice as life takes him on his unique journey (he is just 17), but I know part of me will always see the little boy I’ve helped raise as my little boy blue no matter how long he wears that uniform.These aren't uniforms, they are people. We need to see beyond white, black, or blue. Click To Tweet
The contradiction in my heart is overpowering. I am so proud of the sacrifice and service he is willfully choosing, but my stomach drops when I see the growing disrespect for police officers.
I see the way various leaders seek to divide us by white, black, blue.
I see the way we’ve turned so far away from God.
But I can’t be afraid, I have to bring my fears and hopes for my stepson, our police, this nation, and for humanity to God.
And pray God gives us the supernatural ability to see each other as He does, souls needing grace and Jesus, people deserving kindness and respect.#PrayingforDallas and for God to open our hearts and eyes to the humanity within us all. Click To Tweet