The older I get, the closer I seem to get to the heart of God. And the closer my heart to God’s, the more it grieves at the taking of life, regardless of species, motive, or biblical occurrences used as justification.
There was a time when I believed the most important lives worth saving were those of the innocent unborn in the womb. But really, how is it that one life is worth fighting for and another is worth ignoring – to the point of death.
As I’ve spent a lifetime climbing over and through religion’s very rocky, rough, volatile terrain and then finally discovering and resting in the bountiful, peaceful, welcoming pastures of God’s radical grace, there’s a syncopation of sorts occurring as my heart seems to beat in rhythm with God’s and I see the world through the eyes of His heart. I am recognizing a newly born love for everything that has breath, regardless of our differences. If everything that has breath is to praise the Lord, then do we not rob the Potter of all the praises due Him by willfully destroying His beloved works of art? (i.e. killing others)
I apologize for my past apathy toward those who are facing capital punishment, as well as to those on the receiving side of unnecessary wars. I look forward to a time of peace, when none shall sit in judgment on someone else’s life.