Injustice
11-1-05
The cries of an unborn child
An abused boy cowers in the corner
A wife runs for her life
We turn on the struggles of a stranger
We run from a homeless man
One fights for her life
Yet no one hears
Were is the justice?
Of God? Of man?
Self-inflicted, by our own
Starvation abounds
And Compassion© is ignored
Rape runs rampant
And the help lines aren’t used
Murder stabs the soul
Yet we pretend not to hear
Poverty diminishes the hope for the future
Nobody helps
Nobody cares
Ignorance is bliss
We like it there
In our solitude and comfort
Within our imposed bubble
No obligation
For those who refuse
To see their world
I wrote this poem years ago. Right after I graduated high school. Since then I have worked with the homeless, mentored youth, ran youth group, talked with strangers, picked up hitch hikers, sponsors children, and anything else I can get involved in. But, for me, it has not been enough. Something has always been missing for me. I've talked about moving to another country for years and God never allowed me to leave. Now I'm going. I'm going to see my world. God has blessed me beyond belief. Not only is the God of the universe traveling with us on this journey but my family is completely supportive. It is because of their influence that I will get to see my world. To see it up close and personal. To see it as only few do. To live with the hurting. To escape my world of comfort that I was never comfortable in. To enter a world that I could never have imagined. To experience what God wants me to experience.
Nothing breaks my heart more than injustice. Nothing else tears out my heart in quite the same way. It is one of the only things that really, truly makes me angry. Nothing riles me up more quickly than a discussion on injustice. It is a subject very near and dear to my heart. And a subject very near and dear to Jesus. Jesus loved the woman and the well. He loved the lame and the crippled. He loved the orphans. He loved those grieving over Lazarus and he loved Lazarus. Jesus gives us the same opportunity to love and love we will. I cannot wait to be able to love so many more people in some many more situations. I have been loved and I will love.
