The sound of sirens makes my stomach churn.
It means members of my Blue Family are rushing to take care of business. They are putting themselves at risk – not knowing what they are walking into.
Sirens are a signal that all is not well in my world.
Sirens in the middle of the night are the worst. When it’s pitch black and the darkness is heaviest, people with darkness in their souls like to crawl out to do their evil deeds.
And so I pray.
I pray for my brothers and sisters in Blue. I ask my Father God for wisdom for them. I ask for courage. I ask for protection. And I ask that justice will be served so some of the darkness in my community will be taken away.
Sometimes these sirens are firefighters speeding through the streets with their sirens and lights. Often, these first responders are partnering with our Blue family in order to bring order to chaos and help people who are hurt. I know some excellent firefighters – and I pray for them, too, as the sirens wail across the night.
All the while, my stomach churns. And I pray.
You, my dear brothers and sisters in Blue, are a very unusual breed of people. You race through the night, in a hurry to get to the danger.
You run toward the gunfire.
You step into the middle of messes. You move forward into the evil and are a human shield for others – even when they don’t like you or respect you. You deal with the drugged liars and cheaters of our world every day, all day. You are constantly showing how much you care about your city by caring for the victims of crimes committed by hateful people.
Meanwhile, the sirens scream through the night and my stomach churns. And I pray, trying to push away the fear.
The fear of what could be happening.
Fear for your wives and husbands.
Fear for your children and your babies.
Fear for your fathers and your mothers.
Fear for your families and friends.
Because I know the danger that accompanies those sirens.
I know what can happen.
The phone call.
The trip to the hospital.
The doctor’s unbelievable words.
And the nightmare.
So I pray.
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