We get a lot of hate mail at Law Enforcement Today.  Vile letters, evil comments, threats – you name it.


Last week, after I shared an article about how I found God in Vegas, I received a particularly scathing email. I’ve copied and pasted it in all of its misspelled glory.


Hey Bootlicker


I aint just writing this because Im an athiest.  I am writing this because I read you’re article that you talked about God on a social media page about cops.


Cops are the scumb of the earth.  They don’t belong in church.  Even though I no God don’t exist, I still feel bad for those people. 


They are probably praying that cops stop shooting unarmed black men and children and dogs and so they shouldn’t have to see a pig when trying to get help from their fairy tail.


Screw off.


Shocker.  Another anonymous letter.  That was on Saturday.


We ignore most of these keyboard warriors.  But on Sunday morning, I was in church with my family praying on how – and even if – I should respond to it.  And who comes in?  Our local police chief.


At the end of mass, Chief Bishop was introduced by our pastor, who invited him up to the pulpit to share a few words.

This is a bit of what the chief shared:


“The reason I am here today started with an interview question that came from the Board of Selectmen in front of the town during my interview process.  It was the only question that nearly stumped me.  They asked what I could do as the chief to be more involved in my community.


For a moment, I was speechless. I had been in the town for years. I was a D.A.R.E. officer, the Park and Recreation chair, a soccer coach and I had served on countless town committees over the years.  I was the Team Justice President (a non-profit that helps kids), hosted countless fundraisers for families over the years and was deeply committed to the community.  I started to sweat.


That’s when it came to me.


Over my career, I observed no real connection with our religious communities.  And so my answer to the board was that I would meet with all of the church congregations and introduce myself so they could put a name with the face.


In today’s news, we see shootings and violence every single day.  Police do their best to reach out to everyone impacted.  But because of the nature of our work, it always appears we’re doing it AFTER a horrible situation.  I want to build that relationship within our religious community first.


In the event that God-forbid something terrible were to happen in our community, I will be by your side.  We will pray together.  We will be strong for each other.  And we will be there to support each other as family.  I don’t just want to be reactive – I want you to know just how much each and every one of you mean to MY family.


And finally, I ask for your prayers first for the officers of your police department, that they all will always return home safely to their loved ones at the end of the shift.


I also ask you for your prayers for myself that God will guide me and give me the wisdom and direction that I will need to lead this police department over the upcoming years.


I again thank you, and my wife Carol and I look forward to meeting you all after the service.  I heard there were donuts.  Yes, that’s a cop joke.


Thank you, and God bless all of you.”


There’s not much more I need to say to the keyboard warrior who believes that cops don’t belong in church. I believe Chief Bishop said it all for me.


This is what the Thin Blue Family looks like.  And this is what happens when you allow God into your lives, your community and your police department.


So to that keyboard warrior… three simple words: God bless you.