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  • Injustice

    1 posts, 1 voices, 399 views, started Jun 25, 2009

    Posted on Thursday, June 25, 2009 by Denise Richardson


    • Diamond


      Injustice and unfairness never hurt as much as when it happens to our
      own children. My daughter, a lively, athletic, and intelligent, teenager
      of fourteen and half, is involved in a after school ski program. While
      she was up on the ski slopes her trendy red backpack was stolen from the
      corner of the ski programs office.  

      We scoured every inch of the parking lot hoping the thief would have
      dropped her school books, history notes for an exam the next day, her
      eyeglasses, and personal stuff. It was a futile search. I became angrier
      with each bush I looked under. After all, she had worked her summer
      mornings as a chambermaid at a bed and breakfast and used her savings to
      buy this expensive North Face backpack. “How dare that person show a
      complete lack of respect and take something that does not belong to
      them! It is absolutely unfair! God, this is unfair! It’s not enough she
      has to lose her mom to a premature death, that she suffers these
      insults, as well.” My anger boiled.  

      So two thousand years ago, the answer to a promise, made to a
      disobedient and rebellious people, was born in a manger in the city of
      Bethlehem. Wait a minute. That’s not the story, I want justice not
      mercy. I want that thief chastised and punished, as well as people who
      cheat on there taxes, presidents who lie, and people who throw lit
      cigarettes out their car windows. I want them all punished. But God was
      reminding me that I am in as much a need of a Savior as the thief with
      the backpack.  

      It was written by the prophet Isaiah, ” He [Jesus] was sent to bind up
      the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to captives, and freedom to
      prisoners; ” The cost of that freedom was the ultimate injustice. It
      cost God His own Son. It gave us the ultimate freedom. The freedom to
      forgive, to be merciful, and to love with the selfless compassion God
      gives to all who ask because He is a giving God.



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