“And I think that’s what our world is desperately in need of – lovers, people who are building deep, genuine relationships with fellow strugglers along the way, and who actually know the faces of the people behind the issues they are concerned about.”
― Shane Claiborne, The Irresistible Revolution: Living as an Ordinary Radical
These words never seemed more real to me than two nights ago as I watched our local S.W.A.T. team make shambles of my neighbors’ apartment while executing a search warrant. I heard the crash of the door being smashed by the battering ram and the police screaming commands. I ran to my window and saw dozens of heavily armed policemen in riot gear, with weapons drawn, laying siege to the house as the door was being breached. Two hours later with every cupboard, drawer, container, bag, cushion or jar spilled onto the floor and everything once upright overturned, the police left with no evidence, no arrests and no apologies.
I really don’t know if the search was justified or not. But what I do know is that four years ago before I moved into my neighborhood I saw the world like Mel Gibson movies and gun rights memes—where all cops are heroes and all criminals are thugs. Now I don’t quite know what to think. All I know is that I hugged my neighbor as she wept at the condition of her house because she is my friend and that’s what you do when a friend is hurting.
Relationships have a way of messing with your political, theological, economic and sociological categories. And, for that I am glad. People are far more valuable than policies.