The state of the world feels so loveless.
Worshippers, a church in Rouen, France; worshippers, a church in Charleston, USA; worshippers, a mosque Medina, Saudi Arabia. Personally I don’t see much difference.
All lives matter.
Yesterday evening, I noticed an elderly man in a mobility scooter struggling as he had crossed the road. Having missed or misjudged the kerb, his scooter was lopsided; with wheels in the road and on the pavement, he was unable to manoeuvre it. Visualising that he and scooter would topple over, I walked towards him. As I held the scooter while he tried to raise himself, another man appeared who helped the elderly man stand; finally my husband arrived and together we lifted the scooter (very heavy with its battery pack) onto the pavement. With the elderly man settled and on his way we all separated. This incident took maybe 2 minutes; I was between 2 bus stops, waiting for my dear husband who was picking me up after work. There were people at both bus stops – nobody moved. My husband explained that the other man had come out of the civic buildings facing the road.
And the race of those involved: elderly man = Caucasian; man from office = Asian/ Middle Eastern; dear husband and I = African; bus stop passengers = Caucasian/ African/ Asian. So, what does this tell me? Nothing, absolutely nothing, because all lives matter. We must remember what scripture teaches us.
Jesus said: (Doctrine & Covenants 18 v10)
“Remember the worth of souls is great in the sight of God”.
And Peter declared: (Acts 10 v34)
Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons: