For a few years now, my husband’s former Lieutenant has invited us to his church every January for a special service where ALL the members honor and thank the law enforcement officers who go, and pray over them and their families and just surround them with support. It. Is. Powerful.
This time, like every other time, the Pastor gave such a clear-minded sermon and hit a plethora of topics (not really police related, but speaking on cultural and religion decline) where churches are now failing in addressing; it blew our minds again to finally hear such sound, wonderfully True, preaching. He even several times, mentioned the word “defiled,” talking about men and women (yes, he made it a point to call out women) who are defiling people, and how much the churches have declined over the years. ❤ This is a mostly all black church, the services last 3 hours long, and the love and presence of the Holy Spirit you feel when you’re there makes people cry.
I remember the first time we came, it was shortly after we had lost one of the sweetest detectives that worked with my husband (pictured above). He had just been sitting in his patrol car on a fill-in shift, when he was shot in the head for no reason by a black man. The funeral was so devastating, and even though I was serving at it, for awhile I just couldn’t stop crying. Hearing his family speak… it broke something inside me. Feeling this kind of welcome and love and honesty about police deaths coming from black men and women was so needed for me at that time. Back then our officers were 18% more likely to be murdered by a black male, now the percentage is higher I believe. 2016 was the deadliest year for police officers, but each year over 100 die on duty from a variety of job-related incidents. I watch my husband put a black mourning band over his badge when these deaths happen, and sometimes in the past, the deaths kept coming to where he couldn’t take it off for days and days. It was so difficult to keep hearing who the perpetrators were, the life-threatening messages they were sending to our officers and their spouses (and kids!). Hearing how they were attacking them even in their homes, sometimes threatening their wives and children. The Pastor spoke about all these things, and remarked on how amazing it is that no other churches talk about this (and yes, this has bothered me before in the past how even our own church would never touch the subject).
The Pastor spoke directly to us law enforcement families. Reminded us of how they are God’s ministers, God’s Avengers who bring wrath on those who do wrong (Romans 13). He reminded us spouses of what our calling in this marriage is as well. He spoke of the burden we carry in being this support system, and I had a glimpse into how I’m not really letting God give me the strength I need for this particular burden as much as I thought I was. I love being an officer’s wife, but many elements of it are hard, even when one deliberately separates themselves from the deaths and funerals.
But we are so blessed to know my husband’s former (now retired) Lieutenant ❤ and we SO blessed to know this congregation of strong, faith-filled believers. My husband even suggested we start tentatively going to this new church (<3 !!).
Hope everyone is doing well, posting has been slow as child-raising has fully taken over 😀 ❤ !! We are also making it a point to go to the gym most days, and I love this season of getting back in shape (we do on and off seasons to fluctuate with life and the holidays).