“So you, by the help of your God, return, hold fast to love and justice, and wait continually for your God.” —Hosea 12:6
Whoever is wise, let him understand these things; whoever is discerning, let him know them; for the ways of the LORD are right, and the upright walk in them, but transgressors stumble in them. —Hosea 14:9
Our help is in the name of the LORD, who made heaven and earth. —Psalm 124:8
Injustices have occurred since sin and death entered the human race through Adam (Romans 5:12). Only with God’s help, the One who created heaven and earth, can we return and “hold fast to love and justice.” Without waiting on Him for help, we will go on our own way and injustices will increase. Unfortunately, this is typical in this fallen world.
I awoke this morning to the testimonies of so many who have experiences the atrocities of injustice on my mind. As I lay there, awakening to a new day, the injustices of the most innocent and helpless among us invaded my mind.
“My mom was pregnant with me, but did not want me. She was young, sexually active and did not expect to get pregnant. She took RU-486, mifepristone, and I was deprived of the necessary nutrients and starved to death. I then detached and was expelled from my mom’s womb along with the decayed uterine lining… lifeless. Injustice had been served upon me.
“My mother was 12 weeks pregnant with me, but I was not wanted. Even though my heart was fully formed and I had rapid eye movement, this did not deter the abortionist. He put his suction device near me and I kick and leaped trying to get away, but I couldn’t and I was sucked out of my mother’s womb. My lifeless body disposed as medical waste. Injustice had been served on me.
“I was 16 weeks in my mother’s womb. My heart was beating for some time now. My hair, eyelashes and fingerprints were all complete. I was very active, touching my face, holding my hands, clasping the umbilical cord and pushing with my feet. But my life ended horribly. My mother did not want me and the abortionist used tools to tear my limbs from me. Ohhhh… such pain and then there was none… I died and my remains were suck from my mother’s womb and discarded like trash. Injustice had been served upon me.
“I was being born. My legs come into this world first and I felt the coolness of the air. Now only my head had to be completely freed from the birth canal. But… my mother did not want me, even though I was fully formed and the wicked, evil abortionist stabbed me in the back of the neck and I no longer lived. Injustice was served upon me.
“My mom was pregnant with me. She was young and unmarried and wanted to have me. When her parents found out they told her she would have to have an abortion. She did not want to. At that time, so many years ago, we travelled to a distant state that allowed abortions. But, fortunately for me, my mom was too far along and they would not perform the abortion. I lived and was born, given up for adoption and with my life have been able to help many people as I am a social worker. Thanks, mom, for allowing me to live. Injustice was not served on me!
Love and justice go hand in hand. Our America needs to return to God and hold fast to His love and justice. If we do not, then we will become more and more unloving and unjust—callous. Oh, Dear Father, without Your help we are doomed to a growing darkness that is more and more loveless and unjust. Please send us help by the power of Your Holy Spirit and in the authority of Your Dear Son Jesus. Only Your ways are right. Man’s are cruel. Loveless and unjust. Yes, we need Your help, grace and mercy. And… thank You that there is forgiveness from You to those who ask You. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmCFkNRMDMQ