What is the value of a human life? Or to be more precise what is it for a black person’s life?
Is it worth subordinating your agenda, your rights, your feelings, your privilege, your race?
Is it worth getting unfollowed, unliked, ghosted, canceled, hated, arrested, despised?
Is it worth protests, standing against police lines, facing your fears, being subjected to violence, losing property to looting?
If you’re a Christian, like me, you believe that all people—every tribe, tongue, nation, religion, race—has infinite value. Humans are created in the image of God. And to murder that bearer of God’s face is like murdering God.
That’s why ending a human’s life is so solemn, the heaviest of decisions.
But we know that.
The problem, I believe, isn’t that we’ve forgotten the value of human life.
The problem is this: We’ve never known the value of a black person’s life.
That. Must. Change.
It is time to see that black lives don’t just matter, they are valuable, just as valuable as our own, as our child’s, our mother’s, our friends’.
When we know that, the world will be transformed.
You will transform.