Thirst for Justice

Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you, and therefore He exalts himself to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for Him. For a people shall dwell in Zion, in Jerusalem; you shall weep no more. He will surely be gracious to you at the sound of your cry. As soon as He hears it, He answers you. Isaiah 30:19-20

In school, we have been learning a lot about pediatric medicine. I was super excited that we were finally learning about one of my favorite subjects in the whole world. Last week at College ministry and Sunday morning church, we have been hearing about adoption and helping the vulnerable such as the orphans.

Needless to say, I have been feeling all kinds of warm fuzzy feelings. On more than one occasion this week, I couldn’t help but say to myself, “I hope I can adopt a child one day.” The opportunity to practically live out the Gospel of heavenly adoption through earthly adoption just thrills my soul!

Just to take it one step further, there is a family at church who are currently raising support to adopt their fourth special needs child from overseas. I don’t know about you, but the fact that there are people who are practically living out the Gospel in such a unique and sacrificial way is mind-blowing! (I know that adoption isn’t for everyone, but I’m candidly expressing my opinions.) Even if adoption or foster care isn’t your calling, there are so many ways to serve the vulnerable of this world.

However, the end of Thursday left a pit in my stomach and an acrid taste in my mouth. Our last lecture in class was about child abuse, and it was the most graphic, painful, and surreal lecture that I have ever had. Our teacher kept showing us pictures and pictures that seared my eyes and my soul. The cruelty and wickedness of humans truly has no bounds.

I’m not going to go into the details, but there were moments where I felt a myriad of emotions during that lecture: sadness, confusion, bitterness, rage. This emotional war only intensified when my teacher told us all of how he has seen these “parents” get a slap on the wrist for killing these innocent and fragile babies. Let me tell you, my heart held no mercy or grace for these villains. I know that’s horrible, but there is NO reason why babies should be killed by the ones that were meant to nurture them.

Long story short, this led to a heart to heart with God. I desperately wanted immediate justice for all the babies who couldn’t cry out let alone defend themselves. I want these parents to face the consequences and rot in prison.

And for your lifeblood I will require a reckoning: from every beast I will require it and from man. From his fellow man I will require a reckoning for the life of man. “Whoever sheds the blood of man, by man shall his blood be shed, for God made man in his own image.” Genesis 9:5-6

Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” Romans 12:19

Sure, those words don’t give the immediate satisfaction that I really want, but that’s not my call. There is not anyone in this universe who comprehends true justice as our Lord. Because of His justness, He couldn’t overlook our sin, and He poured out the wrath that was meant for you and me onto His only begotten Son while dying on the cross!

This world is so incredibly broken, and it’s only going to get worse until Christ returns to establish His kingdom. Thursday was a harsh wake-up call of the crimes that go around me every single day. All of it’s out of my hands. As begrudgingly apparent as that is, that truth is also comforting because I know that everything is in God’s hands. In His own time, He will bring justice for all.



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