Open your mouth for the mute,
for the rights of all who are destitute.
Open your mouth,
defend the rights of the poor and needy.
At the end of the day… I’ve cried my tears as Jesus did: “O Jerusalem Jerusalem, I would but you would not…”
I have loved the person in front of me with all that I have. I have responded to the needs I have seen, and have given my “two loaves and seven fishes.” What Jesus chooses to do with them is His.
My heart breaks for those experiencing the injustice and pain of this world. I cannot affect justice for all. I cannot house, feed, and shelter everyone. BUT I can love the one in front of me and treat them as I would want to be treated. I cannot stop all violence —some children are hung upside down with ropes and beaten by angry parents, others are beaten in mass in a furious rage by their teacher, others are neglected, others not treated with respect… Whole groups of people in the neighboring country of South Sudan are pushed from their homes by greedy, power hungry leaders.
BUT all that God asks of me is to look into the eyes of the one in front of me and take a genuine interest in them. To speak for and do what I can. To let them know for one moment that they are valued. To tell them about their heavenly Father who loves them and has a purpose for them. To pray with them, or laugh with them—or perhaps just for a moment to let them truly be a child and play, or satisfy their empty stomach enjoying a fresh piece of bread.
I interact with a culture that does not reflect the culture of Jesus… and even if misunderstood, I seek to represent Kingdom culture-
but I am myself imperfect, seeking to grow more and more in the image and reflection of Jesus and His culture. I sleep well knowing that I have loved, acted, spoken and done what Jesus asked of me to do. But I keep trying. I can do no more, and I cannot be responsible for that which is not mine to do.
To hold in my heart and hands what I can. To do all that is within my power to do—and then leave the rest in His very capable hands. And pray for His strength to again get up tomorrow morning and start all over again. My hands have cracks—so much runs through, but He can hold in His hands everything with no cracks, nothing falling through, and no missteps. He can hold it all perfectly. Someday the truth will be known and justice will prevail. Until that day I remind myself He sees, He is with us, and ONE DAY He will make all right.
In the meantime, Jesus keep my heart soft, my hands holding what I can, my feet running forward. Never let me grow calloused towards the unjust status quo; never let me loose hope that things can be different and will be different someday.
Rescue those who are being taken away to death; hold back those who are stumbling to the slaughter. If you say, “Behold, we did not know this,” does not he who weighs the heart perceive it? Does not he who keeps watch over your soul know it, and will he not repay man according to his work? –Proverbs 24:11-12:
“Whoever closes his ear to the cry of the poor will himself call out and not be answered.”—Proverbs 21:13
“But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain in the Lord.” – I Cor. 15:57-58