Black Lives Matter. Blue Lives Matter.
All Lives Matter. What really matters? I heard an almost rational
explanation of the Black Lives Matter movement a few weeks ago. A
rather educated unofficial spokesman for the movement claimed that
it's real purpose was an element of social justice- to highlight for
civil society implicit and hidden biases against my brothers of
another color. What matters more than life and death? Emphasizing the
deaths of African-Americans at the hands of policemen charged with
keeping the peace, for any reason, for better or worse, opens room in
social discourse to consider this cause. Black Lives Matter movement
members merely want our world to stop turning for a moment and think
seriously about their problems.
We all meet moments in our lives that
cannot be adequately explained; they can only be felt and believed.
The world stops turning for us and we become completely and totally
frozen in a sliver of time by the wonder and miracle of the moment.
It can only be fully appreciated by personal experience. Moments of
life and death, with missions and marriages squeezed in between,
almost complete the catalog of experiences for many Mormon church
members that have to be lived to be truly appreciated. Only our Lord
and Savior Jesus Christ can fully empathize with our challenges and
sorrows through the miracle of the atonement. These moments matter.
So, I solemnly proclaim that Grandbaby
Lives Matter. Why? Because I last Friday afternoon I held my first
grandbaby for the first time. The world stopped turning for a moment
and nothing else mattered. I can't put into words the joy I felt over
the little miracle cradled in my arms. Only other grandfathers and
the Savior know.
I want the world to know. Grandbaby
lives matter.
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