The question I’ve been contemplating much lately is this: What is the value of a life?
Dr. Paul Farmer has said that, “The idea that some lives matter less is the root of all that is wrong with the world”.
Scientists have calculated the cost to physically re-create the elements of a human life (though the monetary value estimation varies quite a bit from study to study), but these findings don’t take into consideration one very important aspect of human life. We are created in the very image of God. That fact in and of itself is enough to make the value of human life immeasurable. But Scripture goes farther and gives us a glimpse into the notice and love God lavishes upon each individual life:
For You shaped me, inside and out. You knitted me together in my mother’s womb long before I took my first breath.
I will offer You my grateful heart, for I am Your unique creation, filled with wonder and awe.
You have approached even the smallest details with excellence; Your works are wonderful;
I carry this knowledge deep within my soul. You see all things; nothing about me was hidden from You
As I took shape in secret, carefully crafted in the heart of the earth before I was born from its womb.
You see all things; You saw me growing, changing in my mother’s womb;
Every detail of my life was already written in Your book; You established the length of my life before I ever tasted the sweetness of it. -Psalm 139:13-16 (The Voice)
I will never forget one particular Street Ministry outreach night here in Addis. The team from Strong Hearts and I travelled to the Piazza area of the city to meet with a group of street boys. They have started for themselves a business, wherein they collect trash from all over the city and sort through it for recyclables. It is with the small amount of money they earn in exchange that they pay for their everyday necessities. Standing in the midst of the dozen or so teenage boys, I looked around at my surroundings. Three trash dumpsters stood nearby, heaped with pungent refuse. To the right and left of the dumpsters were makeshift shacks, composed of scrap metal, discarded and torn tarp, and a few mismatched wooden poles. This was a place far removed from any definition of “home” I have ever known…or ever want to know.
After singing about God and a time of prayer for each other and this nation, we just started talking. We spoke of our triumphs and troubles, our struggles and successes. This is my favorite part of Street Ministry. My brothers, the street boys, continually challenge me with their perception. They have struggled in a way I will never understand, and it’s through this struggle that they understand God in a way I don’t.
On this memorable night, one of the boys spoke up and said, “When people see us, they think of us as no better than the trash we collect”. This statement cut me to the very soul…because it’s true. The streets of Addis are full of the homeless, outcast, disfigured, handicapped, mentally ill and those caught in the vicious cycle of poverty. It is easy to become overwhelmed with the need, overwhelmed with the begging, overwhelmed by the desire to change the harsh reality of need. Sometimes it’s easier to turn a blind eye to this need. Sometimes it’s easier to ignore the cries of the hurting. Sometimes it’s easier to forget that Jesus loves every person you will ever see or meet just as much as He loves you.
As my brother in Christ was speaking, a verse kept coming to my mind:
“God does not show favoritism” – Romans 2:11
When God looks at us, when He sees us, when He thinks of us, He doesn’t see the labels we assign to each other. Galatians 3 tells us that there are no distinctions of religion or gender in Christ…but there is also no poor, rich, fat, thin, attractive, unattractive, black, white, educated, illiterate, American or foreigner. We are all on equal footing when it comes to the love of God. I shared this Truth with my street boy friend. God’s Truth can bring freedom, but the reality is that we live in a world with labels, labels that are used to assign value to life.
Genocide, ethnic cleansing, Holocaust…these are all words to describe the extreme devaluation of human life. But I have been challenged to examine my own life to see if I assign more value to some of God’s Creation than others. When I pass a beggar in the street, do keep walking or do I stop to offer than a loaf of bread and a kind word? Do I treat my students with patience and love…no matter what their nationality or academic ability? Do I love those closest to me…even on the days it’s hard to?
Anne Frank, a young girl who gave a face and name to the millions of Jewish children slaughtered in the Holocaust said it best: “How lovely to think that no one need wait a moment, we can start now, start slowly changing the world! How lovely that everyone, great and small, can make their contribution toward introducing justice straightaway… And you can always, always give something, even if it is only kindness!”
I pray that all of us, including yours truly, will strive to see others as God sees them. Only then can we begin to be the Ambassadors of Christ we are called to be!