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Living In Real Life

May 4, 2010

As some of you from MN may have heard, a Maplewood police officer was fatally shot in St. Paul on Saturday morning. The suspect was shot and killed by a St. Paul officer later that morning. The second suspect is now in custody.

What makes this story more than just a news story to us is that it all happened in our community — the east side of St. Paul.

We heard the chopper circling for hours.
We heard the sirens.
We know the intersections and neighborhoods.
We know the jogger who witnessed the murder and radioed for help.

His name is Bill, and he’s our neighbor.

He feeds peanuts to the squirrels.
He jogs every morning down our alley.
He has the most meticulous yard and driveway for miles.

And he stood 200 feet from the execution of a husband, father, and officer. He searched through a bloody squad car to find the officer’s radio. He is likely the only witness to that grisly event. And his actions sent the manhunt in the right direction.

This is real life.

My life gets sucked into pseudo-reality so quickly. A reality I create for myself or that is presented to me through television and worldly ideals. But living in real life means that we acknowledge the horrors of human depravity. We don’t shield our eyes from bloodshed. We can’t close our ears to the cries of the oppressed. We should not relocate our bodies to the places this world calls safe and comfortable.

We need to live in real life.

Real life is human trafficking. Real life is genocide. Real life is the poor and oppressed. Orphans and the fatherless, widows and single mothers, aliens and sojourners.

It is loud and wearisome. It is harsh and frightening.

And only in this real life can we even begin to understand Jesus, his promises, his peace.

The place I want to live is in this real life. The place I want to raise my children is in this real life. The call we have is to live here. In real life.

(This post of part of the Moms’ 30-Minute Blog Challenge at Steady Mom.)

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Scott (Daddy and Hubby) permalink
    May 4, 2010 3:11 pm

    Wow. That’s all I can think to write at this moment. It’s a heavy calling at times, but it is indeed what we have been called to, not just you and I, but those who are willing to follow Jesus’ commands. He is pretty clear about what is required of us. The safest place in the world is the place that God has called you too, because He promises to be with us, nor forsake us. I am thankful that we are beginning to trust that more and more, and hope that we will not waver. I guess I thought of more to write. 🙂

  2. Katie permalink
    May 5, 2010 4:27 am

    You both are such good writers and I love your passion to serve!!

  3. May 5, 2010 7:51 am

    That story is so sad….it certainly hits even closer to home when you know someone so closely involved. .. but everywhere trouble lurks, we are called to be used by Him.

  4. Gramma GG permalink
    May 5, 2010 12:56 pm

    I’m speechless.
    Here is the Tribune story featuring your neighbor’s story.
    Hug him from me.

    http://www.startribune.com/local/stpaul/92825914.html?elr=KArksLckD8EQDUoaEyqyP4O:DW3ckUiD3aPc:_Yyc:aUycaEacyUs

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