When the reality of children living in poverty confronts me and when I hear of people burning down houses of my brothers because they will not turn their backs on Jesus, I want to close my ears and pretend it doesn’t happen. I don’t want to imagine the abuse, the injustice that they know so well. But the psalmist gives me courage to not blink back the tears, he teaches me how to cry out to God.

It is time for the LORD to act,
for your law has been broken.
~ Psalm 119:126

My eyes shed streams of tears,
because people do not keep your law.
~ verse 136

Prayer is not the end of the story. “If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking daily food, and one of you says to them, ‘Go in peace, be warmed and filled,’ without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that?” ~ James 2:15-16

But prayer is the place I begin. There is a God who hates wickedness. He hates it so much that he refused to overlook it in anyone but reconciled wicked people to himself only by pouring out his wrath on his very own Son. And I can cry out to that God when injustice overwhelms me. I don’t have to look the other way.

 

 

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