God of Justice

This is a spoken word poem by Becca Lamb, performed at Chi Alpha’s Exploring Justice Panel.  Becca is a first year from Los Angeles, California and a true west coast girl.  She majors in International Studies and Women’s studies here at AU and loves elephants.

 

27 million people live in slavery today, more than at any other point in history.

1 in 7 people on earth will go to bed hungry tonight- while Americans waste 70 billion pounds of edible food annually.

U.S. female soldiers are more likely to be raped by a fellow soldier than killed by an enemy.

More girls were killed in the last 50 years simply because of their gender than all men killed in every war in the 20th century.

According to the Department of Justice, the average annual income for a pimp in Denver is 1.6 million dollars.

The love of money over people exploits, kills, and abuses millions around the world.

And it seems that with every new number I hear,

every documentary I watch

overseas trip I take

or homeless person I see on the streets of this city,

the heavier my heart feels with the burden of INJUSTICE.

I cry out for the God of Justice of which I read. Is he deaf, is he blind, is he sleeping? or heartless? Because this does not look like a just world to me.

But the heart of the almighty God of the universe was not to sit far away on a throne apart from us- he wanted closeness.

He said,

I want to know my children.

I want to FEEL their pain.

I want to know my children.

I want to HEAL their pain.

and I’m not going to be a commuter,

let me move into the neighborhood,

let me live among them.

I want to dine at the table of the prostitute and of the embezzler.

I want to heal the EXPLOITED

and I want to heal the EXPLOITER.

I have chosen you, and not rejected you. I will set every captive free and make all wrong things right.

I hear the cries of every broken child and to them I say, let me be your father.

The love of money kills, exploits, and abuses. But the love of God restores, redeems, heals.

Because if you feel like you have a burden on your heart, it’s there for a reason.

But you’re not meant to carry it alone.

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