There is almost a constant tension being a cop and a Christian as I work out of a patrol car. Some nights, when the calls are slow I don’t feel it as much. Other nights it is so real that it is simply inescapable. I really want to help people with their problems yet the solution of law enforcement is only a quickly applied band-aid. Now, I enjoy being the band-aid. I enjoy driving fast, tracking down wicked people and putting them in jail for hurting other people. That “quickly applied band-aid” is absolutely necessary for any society to function. God has designed the government to have a monopoly on force because without it only the fittest and meanest would survive.
Mile after mile, call after call I see people who need Jesus. I am no different than any of them. We are are a wreck in our sin and needing a great Savior. I want to tell them that. I want them to know that church is not just a place to attend on Sunday. It is a place to find healing, forgiveness of sin, restoration in marriage and most vitally- an all-satisfying relationship with Jesus.
I find it interesting that some of the most desperate calls for help come at the same time. A naked, strung-out, intoxicated male runs through a trailer park. A suicidal male assaults his wife, interferes with her calling 911 and takes off from the house with a rifle. A distraught, 22 year old is a wreck because he can’t get custody of his daughter or see her, so he starts sending text messages to his girlfriend about planning on putting a bullet in his head. These three calls came within three hours of each other.
There is brokenness everywhere. When I go to these calls I pray for my safety and the safety of my partners. When I leave these calls I pray for the trail of hurting people it leaves behind.