Yesterday would have been my Daddy’s eighty-third birthday had he lived. But live he did not because we all have a certain death to look forward to. The year was two-thousand and six when my Daddy died in a side room. The year was two-thousand and six when my then ten-year old daughter watch her Grand Daddy choke to death in a side room. The year was two-thousand and six when the medics left behind my Daddy’s oxygen tank as the ambulance brought him home on a Black Friday.
Jesus is justice in a side room
The following days and years left my daughter severely depressed. She still battles this depression daily. The last three years have been spent in therapy. She will be released from managed care this January as she is now eighteen. Over the past eight years we’ve had much help and we are Thankful to all and we are forever grateful to Him that is able.
Jesus is justice in a side room.
We can sit at lunch counters for justice …
We can die in on black cold city asphalt for justice …
We can heed another of His commands and sit in love.
“‘Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against anyone among your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the LORD.
18 If possible, so far as it depends on you, be at peace with all men. 19 Never take your own revenge, beloved, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written, “VENGEANCE IS MINE, I WILL REPAY,” says the Lord. 20 “BUT IF YOUR ENEMY IS HUNGRY, FEED HIM, AND IF HE IS THIRSTY, GIVE HIM A DRINK; FOR IN SO DOING YOU WILL HEAP BURNING COALS ON HIS HEAD.”… Romans 12:18-20
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