Last Sunday, I preached on the importance of celebration in our lives because celebrating, especially people, reminds us of what matters most.
The news that has come out about the selling of body parts and innocent children being killed has driven me to celebrate the life of my son even more during his birthday week. This has been my response to this tragic injustice and monstrosity.
We celebrate every life because every life matters. Nothing can remind us of this reality more then when we become parents. It doesn’t matter if a child has downs syndrome, four fingers, slow speech or they’re deaf – nor does it matter their size, color, shape, because no matter what, we celebrate because every life matters.
I have preached on the sanctity of human life, written about the sanctify of human life and been deeply shaped by the worldview that every single person has been made in the image of God and therefore every human personality is uniquely created, possessing dignity, and is worthy of respect and love.
However, the latest news that has highlighted the greatest injustice of our generation has left me speechless and with a groaning to deep for words. Yet this not a time for silence. We must all speak up. We don’t need to speak louder but we must spread the truth with greater love. And if it’s been said a thousand times, we need to say it again and again; black lives certainly matter, immigrant lives matter, gay and lesbian lives matter and hearts that are beating in the womb matter. Every life matters and so do our voices.
This journey began for me when my beautiful bride was pregnant with my son and his precious heart began to beat at the wonderful six week stage of his life. This was a time for me when the celebration of life and the grieving over the deaths of the unborn reached new heights. I’m at this point again.
I want my son to grow up in the community of South County, Rhode Island that continues to work towards a sustainable environment and quality education for our children while affirming that every unborn has the right to enjoy the blessings that we enjoy as people whose hearts are still beating and body parts are still together.
This is not about a political agenda for me but about the reality that we must refuse to live in a culture of death, especially when the people dying are the most defenseless. This moment is about celebrating life, grieving over death and crying out for justice with an invitation of mercy and grace for all.
May all of our children grow up in a generation that celebrates life not because it represents a choice or a political party but because every life is a miracle and every life is worthy to be celebrated.