A murdered woman lays at the bottom of a pile of rubbish. Where do I find justice for her? My children’s father abused our children in ways no child should have to suffer through. Where do I find justice for them? In my own life, time and time again, I have been betrayed by the ones I love. Where do I find justice for that?
The bible is filled with references of a just God. A God who fights for his people. A God who does not rest when the innocent are maimed. Where is he in justice this side of heaven?
I read this morning in Psalms 11, “For the Lord is righteous, he loves justice.” What does that look like, I ponder. Who is rewarded with his justice? In that same Psalms, do you know that David says, “The Lord examines the righteous, but the wicked and those who love violence, his soul hates.
Have you ever put hate and God in the same sentence?
I can’t tell you what justice will look like in your life, but I can tell you what it does look like in mine.
I am free from the blundering insults of an abusive family. I am free from pain enough to see my children and grandchildren with full delight. I don’t have all the answers, for sure, but I have hope daily that God is not finished on my behalf, on my children’s behalf, or on behalf of the murdered woman who lays unseen in the ground. He sees. He knows. He cares. He is at work.
Justice equals freedom to me. My prison doors of incest and abuse have been flung wide open.