With temperatures near-zero, Donnie and I spent an hour outside Davenport P.D. A brief conversation with Lucas made enduring the bitter cold well-worth it.
We Would Get There Eventually
Donnie arrived at my house shortly before 9 AM. I knew my gospel signs were in the back of my vehicle, and my pockets were stuffed with church and Police Lives Matter gospel tracts. Donnie and I climbed into my vehicle and made the short drive to the Davenport Police Department.
Donnie prayed for us before I opened the back of my vehicle to pull out the Law Enforcement Lives Matter signs. They were inexplicably not in my vehicle. We drove back to my house. I found the signs in my garage. Now, with the signs actually in tow, we returned to the Davenport Police Department.
Tracts and Waves
Donnie and I took our customary positions on the northwest corner of Harrison Street and 4th Street, in front of the police department. We waved at passing motorists. It wasn’t long before I received the first and only middle finger of the morning. Most of the motorists who acknowledged our presence did so with either a friendly wave, a thumbs-up, or a honk of the horn.
Donnie and I met a few pedestrians who came by our corner. Each person we met received a gospel tract.
Do All Lives Really Matter to Lucas?
I watched as a visibly cold man made his way toward me, from the opposite side of Harrison Street. He wore a Chicago Cubs hat, but nobody’s perfect (these days I’m a Dodgers fan; don’t hate me, bro). When he reached my corner, I offered him a gospel tract.
“God bless you sir. Have a good day.” I said. The man kept his hands in his jacket pockets and refused to accept the gospel tract.
“All live matter.” The man gruffly said.
“I agree.” I said. “What are your thoughts about abortion?” I asked. The man seemed surprised by the question.
“Well, I personally wouldn’t have an abortion, if I was a woman. But if a woman is raped, why should she be forced to have a baby that will remind her of that?” The man asked.
“Why would you murder the baby for the crime of the father?” I asked.
The man mumbled and stammered, but couldn’t answer the question.
“My name is Tony, by the way.” I offered.
“I’m Lucas.” The man answered. We shook hands.
“Lucas, consider this. Let’s say a woman is raped and she decides on her own, without any undue pressure, to have and keep the baby. After a couple months, she begins to recognize in the baby some of the physical characteristics of the rapist. This makes her very uncomfortable and she decides she can’t live with that kind of constant reminder. So, she takes her two-month-old baby into the bathroom and drowns the baby in the bathtub.
“That would be okay with you, right?” I asked.
“No.” Lucas said. “That would be wrong.”
“Why?” I asked. “The only difference between your scenario and mine is the age and location of the baby.”
“Yeah, I see what you’re saying.” Lucas conceded.
“All lives do matter, Lucas, including law enforcement lives.” I said.
“Oh, I agree their lives matter. They do a dangerous job. Look, I spent 12 years in prison. If anyone has a reason to hate cops, I do. But I don’t.” Lucas said.
“I served as a deputy sheriff for 20 years. If anyone has a reason to hate you, I do. But I don’t hate you. I can’t.” I replied.
“People change. I’ve change.” Lucas said. “It sounds like you’ve changed, too.”
“Lucas, I love you as my neighbor.” I said.
“Thanks.” Lucas replied.
“But it’s not because I’ve changed. It’s because Jesus Christ changed me.” I explained. “I can only love you, because Christ loved me first. I love you, not because of changes I made to myself, but because Jesus saved me and caused me to be born again.”
I tried a second time to hand Lucas the gospel tract. This time he accepted it, without hesitation.
“Thanks.” Lucas said.
We shook hands and gave each other a hug.
Lucas’ Life Matters, Too
We said our goodbyes, and Lucas walked into the police station. A short time later he came back out, every bit as friendly toward us as when he said goodbye the first time. He said goodbye again and walked across Harrison Street to his car. Lucas pulled away from the curb and drove through the intersection, in our direction. He waved and laid on his horn.
Not only did we help Lucas come to a place of consistency in his “all lives matter” position, but we also left him with the understanding that his life mattered to us.
Please pray Lucas reads the gospel tract, repents, believes, and receives the gift of eternal life.