It has been a long journey of my eyes being continuously opened to the many ways in which I have participated and still participate in the injustice that has slithered into every nook and cranny in this world. And my heart is broken.
There’s not much to say than what has already been said in the words above, this both/and that knows that God seeks justice for the persecuted and also that everything around us is not right, even the systems that are supposed to be there to actually help bring justice. It doesn’t take long to check the news both globally and locally to see where the fault lines are. Justice for a few is not justice for all, and justice for a few is not justice at all.
In the wise words of my husband, “I don’t have to look farther than my own self to know total depravity is real.”
When will God set things right?
Our author here has been through terror and disaster abundant, the teacher leaning into words that even Job has shared alongside him:
Still, God does not fear our questions.
The world is not as it should be, we are not as we should be. With eternity emblazoned on our hearts we are seeking and striving, and we are weary. Jesus Christ comes, the One who came to seek and save, asking us to cast these burdens on to Him. This does not excuse us from being a part of the fight here on this ground, but enables us to join hands with those who know heavier burdens. As a friend once shared with me, oddly enough carrying burdens with one another makes both loads lighter, which is God’s physics.
While we wait, we long for our better Eden, we follow the advice of our teacher and preacher, enjoying that which has been given.