I’ve been reading waaaaaaay too much about Cecil the lion the past few days. I’ve spent a ridiculous amount of time getting angry at people for their words said surrounding all this. Seriously, I’m sorry for being angry and having hate in my heart.
The thing is, I just don’t get it.
I get that this lion was lured (most likely unethically and illegally) and was killed in a pretty gruesome fashion. It’s sad that someone made it their mission to kill this big ball of fur-love.
But what I see when looking at social media is a hate for a dentist who killed a lion equal to the hate of a police officer who killed an unarmed being. Do you see the difference? One is a human and one is a wild animal.
That really doesn’t even touch what upsets me the most. It disturbs me that celebrities cry over a dead lion but can’t muster up a single word about other BIG issues that are actually about human beings. Just in the news there were two big celebrities coming at Costco for their egg production. Because chickens matter. Like really matter. Like news worthy matter.
There are millions of unborn human beings (and I think we can at least call them that if we are harvesting their tissues for who knows what for human purposes) being killed and dismembered. There are 3.1 million children under the age of five dying from the effects of malnutrition (they can’t fight off simple disease or preventable disease). There are people in our own towns who go hungry and are truly homeless. Yet we cry with disgust, outrage, hatred, threats over a lion. But we don’t seem to shed a tear over the truly helpless of this world.
We live in a world where the voiceless animals have more voice than the helpless children of this world. That breaks my heart.
I know I could be doing more and should be doing more to create a voice and to help the innocent. My heart breaks for the those children, those people who we (and yes, I am talking about myself as well) should be taking a stand and fighting for.
Psalm 139: 13-16
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
Then some children were brought to Him so that He might lay His hands on them and pray; and the disciples rebuked them. But Jesus said, “Let the children alone, and do not hinder them from coming to Me; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”
The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’