Monday, October 1, 2012

How it feels to be screwed over.

It has been a rough couple weeks.  Rough on my family, our faith, our patience and probably my blood pressure.  The last two weeks we have been living in a Twilight Zone kind of reality, where everyone seems to be abiding by a different set of rules than what appears obvious to me. 

It may be the only time in my life when I have gotten the short stick of justice.  I have been appealing to the powers that be to do the right thing; to stand up for and protect the innocent.  I have begged them to obey God, to follow the law and their own policy. 

And for two weeks I have watched those in power succumb to the lure of money and the fear of politics.  I have watched the victims be further victimized and humiliated.  I am angry.  I want to cry but the tears won't come.  I want to scream and fight but those who are in control could not conceivably care any less about the anger and pain this has caused my family.  I am sick to my stomach as I watch my church making bad choices.  I am constantly reminding myself that although Christ created His church, He is more than, bigger than, better than His church.

I am powerless.

I have never really been powerless before.  It is new to me.  I am poor because I choose to be.   I have experienced misunderstandings with friends and my bank has made mistakes in my checking account...but this is altogether different.  It is inexplicable to my soul and my family WHY people in power choose to do the wrong thing.  WHY they ignore those who suffer.  WHY they bow to  money and politics instead of justice and Christ.

I told my children to remember that some people live this way everyday of their lives.  For some, injustice and oppression defines their existence.  It brings us very little comfort in our own unjust situation but we are grateful to God for this understanding and the empathy it will bring as we serve others.