"Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves; ensure justice for those being crushed."
It's not an idea, it's not a nice thought, it's what God is asking of us: to stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves. The closer I get to families, the more I see abuse happening. Every kind of abuse you can imagine.
A 3 year old's head bleeding because her dad pulled her hair and ripped out a chunk.
A 5 year old locked inside a dark room for hours, screaming and crying to be let out.
A 4 year old with a black eye, most likely from a parent.
A 10 year old who is sent to prostitute herself at night.
A different 10 year old who is being molested by her uncles.
A 7 year old who was punished by having his head repeatedly hit against the wall of his house, who later couldn't speak in full sentences and had a welt on his head for several days.
Where is the hope in all of these situations? Someones I cry out to God, and other times I just cry. I know that I am part of the solution. God's justice on earth involves us. But, wow, it's hard. Situations this month have been heavy on my heart. I've taken action, where action was needed. But so much still goes unseen, so much abuse still happens.
The story of the 7 year old happened within these last couple weeks, and every time I think about the little boy it brings me to tears. I keep imagining his little face as his mother smashed his head on the wall. And then I think of his tears afterword- tears of anger, of bitterness, of pain, of heartache. All from a 7 year old. It's enough to break your heart. And when I dwell on it, it does.
How do I deal with it? How do I see such sadness? I'm not sure if there is just one answer for those questions. I've been around the world and seen a lot of injustice, a lot of sadness, and a lot of things that break God's heart. I get mad at the parents, I feel pity for caretakers, I cry out to God, I seek options in the community for the child to receive help, and it seems that in each situation, God gives me grace to not only deal with the sadness in my own heart, but to take action & actually stand up for children.
Lately, I've been listening to this song over and over and over again. It's how I've been dealing with my heavy heart- and going before God with all of the injustices I see. It's called "You Hold Me Now."
I imagine the different kids in Heaven, whole and healthy, as Jesus is holding them, healing them, giving them in eternity what they didn't receive on earth. The song has actually been on repeat in my car for the last month and as I drive into the slum each day to pick up kids and later drop them off, these words give me hope:
When the wars and violence cease, all creation lives in peace
Let the songs of Heaven rise to you alone
No weeping, no hurt or pain, no suffering, You hold me now
No darkness, no sick or lame, You hold me now, You hold me now
Hope that if Jesus is using me to stand up for these kids, that he will use others too. Hope that He will show others His heart for these kids, that He will bring justice here in this city and in these families. Hope that the Kingdom of God will be here on Earth like it is in Heaven.
And even if I never see this day on earth, my hope is that when we all see Jesus face to face, we will be in a place where there are no tears, no suffering, and no abuse.