TABOO TUESDAY TOPIC: Valuing People

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This is the book of the generations of Adam.  In the day when God created man, He made him in the likeness of God.  He created them male and female, and He blessed them and named them Man in the day when they were created. Genesis 5:1-2

     The world’s a little poorer this week.  Not only have we lost one of the most trusted conservative voices in the legal world in Justice Scalia, but we’ve lost two of the greatest giants in the literary world in Harper Lee and Umberto Eco.  These were two of my earliest literary influences.  On a slightly more personal note, two of my Facebook friends have also lost daughters this week.  As a mother who has lost a daughter myself, their grief resonates deep within my soul. These girls might not have had nearly the influence the first three did, but thanks to social media, their passing has certainly not gone unnoticed.

When we’re young, unless we’ve faced a traumatic loss early in our own lives, we tend to value other “stuff” more than people.  As we concentrate on making our own lives a “success”,  we take the people in our lives for granted.  Yes, we may have had an aunt or a grandparent die, but we rationalize that they were “old” and their time had come. We foolishly think their value has diminished such that their presence is no longer needed.  On the other hand, when a young person or someone our own age dies , it shakes us to our core.  We see all the potential loss for what it is.  Unless, for whatever reason, that person might be deemed by society as less valuable—a disability, mental or physical, a child living in extreme poverty, a child born of rape or incest, etc..    And what about all those children who have no voice at all because society never allowed them to?  They were senselessly murdered by abortion before they could be born. How many Scalia’s or Lee’s or Eco’s have the next generation lost?  When we’re young, maybe we don’t get it.

But when we’re older, we do (or at least some of us do.)  We realize that each death we face diminishes us all.  People are the most valuable resource God put on the earth, more valuable than diamonds, more valuable than gold.. It’s why He made us last.  He values us above all else—so much so that He sent His only Son to live a perfect life and die a cruel death to redeem us for Himself.   God values all creatures great and small.  He knows when a sparrow falls. (Matthew 10:29)  But He didn’t die for sparrows.  He died for us.  Psalm 65:8 tells us He even keeps our tears in a bottle.  That’s how valuable we are to Him.

But we aren’t more valuable to Him because of what we’ve done (or haven’t done).  We aren’t more valuable because of who our parents are or anything they might have done either.  We’re not more valuable because we have opposable thumbs or a greater intellect than other creatures.  We’re valuable because we’re made in the image of God.  Think about that!  What exactly does it mean to you?  I think it means we’re a trinity.  We have a mind, a body, and a soul.  God made us to be able to commune with Him, but the fall broke that fellowship.  Only Christ can restore it.  Jesus says, “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.” (John 14:6)  If we value Christ, we must value what He values.  We must value ALL people.  God bless.  Teresa

 

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About TeresaGPollard

Born and raised in Richmond, VA, I am a Christian Mom, Grandma, Sunday School Teacher, and now Author. My goal is to reach people with the Truth of God's Word and help them to apply it to their real world situations.
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