She sleeps on the sidewalk between the street and the fence,
Our nameless and faceless resident.
Her roof is an umbrella her foundation a tarp
And I drive by her home wondering how she'll stay warm.
She’s lost in a world that seems distant to me,
Her eyes are hallow and her face hard to read.
She’s somebody’s daughter, sister or wife,
And she’s wasting away in her cornered-off life.
I can’t seem to sleep knowing she is covered in snow,
Unsure if she has a warm place to go.
These broken little people who are lost and unseen
And wander the streets with faces unclean,
Are noticed by God and loved by the Father
And He is waiting on us to love one another.
The stretch of His arms and the warmth of His hands,
Waits on our heart and our faith to extend.
As we drive by or walk by or see them in church,
Our lives maybe different but in the same way we hurt.
Longing to be seen, loved and accepted
Pained by mans words and feeling rejected.
Our homes maybe different but our hearts need the same,
A Savior to save us and a friend to remain.
Rather we are a people who sleep on a bed or a tarp
Our deliver sees us and heals the broken heart.
By Holly Ruddock
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
My prayer of thanksgiving
You are my refuge, Lord. When I am weary and tired and full of fear, You hide me in Your shelter. When I think I am alone You send others to encourage me. When the climb is to steep You reach down and lift me up. When I feel silenced because others seem more important, You reassure me I am valuable.
When I am unable to speak You provide the words through my tears. When I have no direction You grab my hand and lead the way. When I am thirsty You lead me to fresh water. When I am shrinking back You thrust me forward. You will not allow me to tremble in fear. You make me courageous. You hover over me when I feel small. You smile when I am curious about deep issues. You catch my tears in a bottle. You never waste a trial I go through. You are not surprised by my sin. You think I am wonderful.
When I am confused You bring assurance. When I am in torment You bring peace. When I have question You become the answer even if I don’t really understand the why of everything. You comfort my broken heart. You cheer me on when I am running on empty. You tell me to come hide in you secret place. You anoint my head. You find good in me when all I see is fault. You make me feel special in a crowd. You remind me I am made for your purpose. You never look down on me. You never make me feel less. Even when I pray the prayer that I would decrease and You increase. You still cause me to feel important in your eyes.
I know I am favored by you. If we were to dance You would spin me and I could stand on Your feet when I don’t know the steps. You like to use me for little things and big. You allow me to see hurting people. You send me to your lost or forgotten. Your presence fills the room with a fragrance that is undeniably You. Only You could think of the colors that grace the fall leaves. Only You could imagine the invisible colors in a rainbow. Only You could make vanilla smell so incredible.
I just want You to know how amazing I think You are and how grateful I am that You love me. How humbled I am that You see me. How shocked I am that You use me. I love You more than life itself. Even during my emptiest days I felt the abundance of life from You.
Thank You for calling me Yours. I am astounding by your unfailing love.
Your adopted daughter
Holly
When I am unable to speak You provide the words through my tears. When I have no direction You grab my hand and lead the way. When I am thirsty You lead me to fresh water. When I am shrinking back You thrust me forward. You will not allow me to tremble in fear. You make me courageous. You hover over me when I feel small. You smile when I am curious about deep issues. You catch my tears in a bottle. You never waste a trial I go through. You are not surprised by my sin. You think I am wonderful.
When I am confused You bring assurance. When I am in torment You bring peace. When I have question You become the answer even if I don’t really understand the why of everything. You comfort my broken heart. You cheer me on when I am running on empty. You tell me to come hide in you secret place. You anoint my head. You find good in me when all I see is fault. You make me feel special in a crowd. You remind me I am made for your purpose. You never look down on me. You never make me feel less. Even when I pray the prayer that I would decrease and You increase. You still cause me to feel important in your eyes.
I know I am favored by you. If we were to dance You would spin me and I could stand on Your feet when I don’t know the steps. You like to use me for little things and big. You allow me to see hurting people. You send me to your lost or forgotten. Your presence fills the room with a fragrance that is undeniably You. Only You could think of the colors that grace the fall leaves. Only You could imagine the invisible colors in a rainbow. Only You could make vanilla smell so incredible.
I just want You to know how amazing I think You are and how grateful I am that You love me. How humbled I am that You see me. How shocked I am that You use me. I love You more than life itself. Even during my emptiest days I felt the abundance of life from You.
Thank You for calling me Yours. I am astounding by your unfailing love.
Your adopted daughter
Holly
Monday, September 20, 2010
His UNFAILING love
I sat outside on my balcony with my coffee in hand. I so enjoy the weather change of the coming fall. The wind was blowing something fierce. I had my Celtic music playing in the back ground and I was praying for my children. As I was pondering the faithfulness of God I looked across the way. In the apartments across from me stood a woman on her balcony in her morning routine. I have seen her before but this time I looked upon her. She stood in the wind with a can of coke in one hand and a cigarette in the other, listening to the leaves rustle. We both seemed lost in thought. Was she praying? Was she lonely? Was she happy?
Our women’s ministries are focusing on Gods unfailing love for and entire year. So as I read His word, or have devotions or even sit on a balcony in the early morning, my thoughts tend to linger on His faithfulness. As I look around me and see other who are in desperate need of knowing His unfailing, faithful love, I am challenged to not forget it.
Psalm 13:5-6 5 But I trust in your unfailing love. I will rejoice because you have rescued me. I will sing to the Lord because he is good to me.
Psalm 33:18 But the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in his unfailing love,
I think about the times I failed in trusting Him. The times I feared He had forgotten me. Days I was certain He had abandon me; and then like a breath of fresh fall air, He would blow hope into my dry bones. He would visit me with a presence of peace that would crush all fear. He would disperse the discouragement that had set up camp around me and sit with me in my lonely place. And I would rest in His unfailing love. He did as His word promised in Psalm 119:41 May your unfailing love come to me, O LORD, your salvation according to your promise;
The signs of a person who rest in His unfailing love are subtle yet obvious. When troubles blow in to their lives they are anchored deep in His abilities to either rescue them from them, or weather the storm with them. A gentle confidence is around them. They may be terrified to drive in a real storm but trust in Gods unfailing love in the ice storms of life. They may scream because a nasty, hairy spider crossed their path but they are spiritual ninjas when they are in warfare.
My mother is one of these heroes. She knows Gods unfailing love to a level I would love to be at but dread the road to get there. I have lived for 41 short years(don’t laugh) and have many more troubles, trials and victories to experience. More days of balcony pondering. More days of learning to trust in His unfailing Love. More opportunities to notice those who are afraid and help them. More opportunities to extend my faith, flex my spiritual muscle and be brave in the uglies of life. More years of laying my children before the Lord pleading for their safety. And more years of seeing my prayers answered in His unfailing, faithful way. Lord, help me to not forget your unfailing Love
You are challenged today to do the same.
Our women’s ministries are focusing on Gods unfailing love for and entire year. So as I read His word, or have devotions or even sit on a balcony in the early morning, my thoughts tend to linger on His faithfulness. As I look around me and see other who are in desperate need of knowing His unfailing, faithful love, I am challenged to not forget it.
Psalm 13:5-6 5 But I trust in your unfailing love. I will rejoice because you have rescued me. I will sing to the Lord because he is good to me.
Psalm 33:18 But the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in his unfailing love,
I think about the times I failed in trusting Him. The times I feared He had forgotten me. Days I was certain He had abandon me; and then like a breath of fresh fall air, He would blow hope into my dry bones. He would visit me with a presence of peace that would crush all fear. He would disperse the discouragement that had set up camp around me and sit with me in my lonely place. And I would rest in His unfailing love. He did as His word promised in Psalm 119:41 May your unfailing love come to me, O LORD, your salvation according to your promise;
The signs of a person who rest in His unfailing love are subtle yet obvious. When troubles blow in to their lives they are anchored deep in His abilities to either rescue them from them, or weather the storm with them. A gentle confidence is around them. They may be terrified to drive in a real storm but trust in Gods unfailing love in the ice storms of life. They may scream because a nasty, hairy spider crossed their path but they are spiritual ninjas when they are in warfare.
My mother is one of these heroes. She knows Gods unfailing love to a level I would love to be at but dread the road to get there. I have lived for 41 short years(don’t laugh) and have many more troubles, trials and victories to experience. More days of balcony pondering. More days of learning to trust in His unfailing Love. More opportunities to notice those who are afraid and help them. More opportunities to extend my faith, flex my spiritual muscle and be brave in the uglies of life. More years of laying my children before the Lord pleading for their safety. And more years of seeing my prayers answered in His unfailing, faithful way. Lord, help me to not forget your unfailing Love
You are challenged today to do the same.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Keeping the sparkle in your eye
Psalm 13 1-3 O Lord, how long will you forget me? Forever? How long will you look the other way? How long must I struggle with anguish in my soul, with sorrow in my heart every day? How long will my enemy have the upper hand? Turn and answer me, O Lord my God! Restore the sparkle to my eyes, or I will die
Have you ever prayed the prayer, “Don’t forget about me God.”?
The other morning I woke up with this prayer on my lips and I heard in my spirit Psalm 13. So I curled up on the couch and read it. It was as if David had read my mind. I love how a scripture is like fresh bread. Even though I had read it before, possibly hundreds of times, it was as if I had just pulled it from the oven and I tasted it for the first time. It was warm and a sweet morsel to my spirit.
Restore my sparkle.
I have never had the struggles David had but I have had my share of troubles. I am not running from a mad man. Does road rage count? I have never hid in a cave, but sometimes it feels as if I’m lost in one. The verse that really tugs at me is verse 3, Turn and answer me, O Lord my God! Restore the sparkle to my eyes, or I will die.
How can one live without a sparkle in their eyes? Sparkles fade when tragedy strikes, failure happen, and hopelessness invades. The light in our eyes, the crows’ feet and laugh lines make life abundant, worth some of the pain. Joy isn't Joy unless your familiar with hardships. But a broken heart can darken the sparkle in person’s eyes
Proverbs 17:22 A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
John 15:11 I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete
Much of my passion or sparkle comes from living out who I was created to be. And when I fall short of it or feel the largeness of life swallow up my joy, it can feel as if I have been forgotten. Struggling. That the enemy has the upper hand. Why is it that when our sparkle is dimmed our strength is zapped? Nehemiah 8:10b explains it best…for the joy of the LORD is your strength
I find it ironic that when I am in a full belly laugh I have no strength to carry a small box. But Joy is the thing that gives us strength to carry life’s heaviest burden
HIS JOY makes us complete.
What makes Him joyful? Us being who we were created to be. That is why stepping into our destiny is so vital. Pursuing our dreams, our vision, and our passions. Feeling His pleasure when we do what we were created to do! If I were a betting girl, I would say the majority of us feel a fullness of Joy when we are doing what we were designed and wired to do. Regardless of things, money or power.
When I am not doing what I was created for I can feel dull and un-sparkly. My lamp feels clicked off when I feel busy but not productive. When I feel weary from doing average things and too tired to dream big things. ARG. This is when I feel the enemy sucking my joy, my life, my sparkle. Like fluorescent lighting it just drains and discolors you. Your eyes are squinty not because of brightness, but from trying to see.
My passions can be summed up in three areas God, Family, Writing. When I am deprived of time with God and my family I loose my sparkle, it affects my writing, it changes my attitude. When I get to busy for any of my passions, my life is dull and meaningless. I can feel forgotten by God when in actuality it is me doing the forgetting. Sure there are times I will go through season that it feels as if God is quiet even if I am doing my devotions and reading my word. But that’s not what I am talking about here. I am taking about loosing our sparkle because we are consumed with tasks and assignments. We forget what brings God pleasure. We are created for His pleasure and Him seeing us take risks with our gifts and invest them in faith, puts a smile on the Fathers face. When we are doing what we were created to do. Your great dream and desire may be somebodys everyday life. Do it any way! I dont care if its not your career, but a hobby, it makes life so much fuller. We feel His completeness because it is creating completeness in us. It is time for us to sparkle and bring His light to those who are in the shadows. Go,inspire another!
Have you ever prayed the prayer, “Don’t forget about me God.”?
The other morning I woke up with this prayer on my lips and I heard in my spirit Psalm 13. So I curled up on the couch and read it. It was as if David had read my mind. I love how a scripture is like fresh bread. Even though I had read it before, possibly hundreds of times, it was as if I had just pulled it from the oven and I tasted it for the first time. It was warm and a sweet morsel to my spirit.
Restore my sparkle.
I have never had the struggles David had but I have had my share of troubles. I am not running from a mad man. Does road rage count? I have never hid in a cave, but sometimes it feels as if I’m lost in one. The verse that really tugs at me is verse 3, Turn and answer me, O Lord my God! Restore the sparkle to my eyes, or I will die.
How can one live without a sparkle in their eyes? Sparkles fade when tragedy strikes, failure happen, and hopelessness invades. The light in our eyes, the crows’ feet and laugh lines make life abundant, worth some of the pain. Joy isn't Joy unless your familiar with hardships. But a broken heart can darken the sparkle in person’s eyes
Proverbs 17:22 A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
John 15:11 I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete
Much of my passion or sparkle comes from living out who I was created to be. And when I fall short of it or feel the largeness of life swallow up my joy, it can feel as if I have been forgotten. Struggling. That the enemy has the upper hand. Why is it that when our sparkle is dimmed our strength is zapped? Nehemiah 8:10b explains it best…for the joy of the LORD is your strength
I find it ironic that when I am in a full belly laugh I have no strength to carry a small box. But Joy is the thing that gives us strength to carry life’s heaviest burden
HIS JOY makes us complete.
What makes Him joyful? Us being who we were created to be. That is why stepping into our destiny is so vital. Pursuing our dreams, our vision, and our passions. Feeling His pleasure when we do what we were created to do! If I were a betting girl, I would say the majority of us feel a fullness of Joy when we are doing what we were designed and wired to do. Regardless of things, money or power.
When I am not doing what I was created for I can feel dull and un-sparkly. My lamp feels clicked off when I feel busy but not productive. When I feel weary from doing average things and too tired to dream big things. ARG. This is when I feel the enemy sucking my joy, my life, my sparkle. Like fluorescent lighting it just drains and discolors you. Your eyes are squinty not because of brightness, but from trying to see.
My passions can be summed up in three areas God, Family, Writing. When I am deprived of time with God and my family I loose my sparkle, it affects my writing, it changes my attitude. When I get to busy for any of my passions, my life is dull and meaningless. I can feel forgotten by God when in actuality it is me doing the forgetting. Sure there are times I will go through season that it feels as if God is quiet even if I am doing my devotions and reading my word. But that’s not what I am talking about here. I am taking about loosing our sparkle because we are consumed with tasks and assignments. We forget what brings God pleasure. We are created for His pleasure and Him seeing us take risks with our gifts and invest them in faith, puts a smile on the Fathers face. When we are doing what we were created to do. Your great dream and desire may be somebodys everyday life. Do it any way! I dont care if its not your career, but a hobby, it makes life so much fuller. We feel His completeness because it is creating completeness in us. It is time for us to sparkle and bring His light to those who are in the shadows. Go,inspire another!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
the colors of change
I drove to the central part of Oregon to visit my parent this last week. We took the scenic route. It was positively beautiful. The mountain pass, the high desert and the farm land were all stunning. I was surprised to see the colors on the trees changing so soon, beings we are only at the end of August. I kept thinking, "It's too soon to see the leaves change." The changing colors are reminiscent of the season I am in right now. Changes that are coming at me at a lightning fast pace. As I brace for another son to leave for the military, I feel like I am also girding up my heart for other fluctuations. Changes I want to slow down. I am not talking about menopause or saddlebags or even wrinkles. Who wouldn’t want to stop those? No, the changes I am speaking of are the autumns of the heart. Aging I want to bring to a halt in my parents. I want to yell at the clock and say. "Just a little longer with my children." or "I need more hugs from my Mom." or "My dad has more wisdom I have yet to tap into" Yet like the leaves, my life gradually transform. And though the colors are beautiful it is inevitable they will detach from the tree and float to the ground. Leaving the tree to feel empty and gray. Knowing the coldness of winter is right around the corner. This visit to my folks was for two reasons. 1) My son is leaving for boot camp Monday and wanted to say his good byes to his grandparents. 2) My dad had a surgery for his heart. The colors of change are a painful thing. I don’t think I am ever really ready for them. And though I love new things, this experience is one that is an agonizing thrill. Seeing my children become men and women of God has been one of the most striking things to watch. Having parents that are also my friends, has been a priceless treasure. These kaleidoscopes of color have been a welcome surprise in the midst of an “early autumn“. I may not like the rapid approaching change but I can not deny the beauty of the colors.
I am comforted with the truth that the same God that watched over me when I moved out is the same God that watches over my children. I know that when my heart is unsettled and worried about the health of my parents or the well being of my children I am a prayer away from peace.
I know that these vibrant colors of change are bringing growth in my life and in my children’s life. I am highly aware that my children are called to bring change to a lost world. I am keen to the fact that my parents have imparted a blessing in our lives that have brought us to this place we are in right now.
Even though this season has been more difficult than I have ever expected I can see the harvest of abundance in the colors of change.
Isaiah 41:10 I've picked you. I haven't dropped you. 'Don't panic. I'm with you. There's no need to fear for I'm your God. I'll give you strength. I'll help you. I'll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you.
Isaiah 40:11 He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.
I am comforted with the truth that the same God that watched over me when I moved out is the same God that watches over my children. I know that when my heart is unsettled and worried about the health of my parents or the well being of my children I am a prayer away from peace.
I know that these vibrant colors of change are bringing growth in my life and in my children’s life. I am highly aware that my children are called to bring change to a lost world. I am keen to the fact that my parents have imparted a blessing in our lives that have brought us to this place we are in right now.
Even though this season has been more difficult than I have ever expected I can see the harvest of abundance in the colors of change.
Isaiah 41:10 I've picked you. I haven't dropped you. 'Don't panic. I'm with you. There's no need to fear for I'm your God. I'll give you strength. I'll help you. I'll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you.
Isaiah 40:11 He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Restored Dignity
One check point down, two to go. Getting into a prison honestly is a lot more difficult than one realizes. We were going in as a team to bring the Gospel to the women in a Guadalajara prison. I was the one to speak. I had my message prepared and I asked the Lord as we were leaving for the prison, "What is the wisdom of the land?" I waited for His answer and it came in a flood. "Restore Dignity."
As I prayed over His download of wisdom, I looked at the children in the van with us. Along with our team, we had children from a home we worked in Mexico. They were going with us to see their mothers. Some were somber, and some were excited, and some were holding back their emotions. All were quiet. After each gate and check point and approval of heavily armed guards we make it to the main entrance, only to be screened and padded down. We walk through two more gates and we are in. The children run to their mothers. The teen mission group mingles with the women prisoners and the women prisoners smile and try hard to understand our conversation.
For prisoners, they worshipped freely. Some danced, some jumped, but all worshipped. These women were free behind bars. As I watched them worship recklessly my heart went to places of dignified women who worshipped half heartedly and quite contained. For free women are worship can be weak. These precious prisoners held nothing back. It was obvious, they loved their Savior. And it was even more obvious, their Savior loved them.
Restore Dignity. I preached on Hagar and Sari. I shared how when we are mistreated by people we trust; we are being positioned for a promise. God sees us and know us and reminds us there is no boundary to His great love. His love does not see status, money, homes, bars, slave or free.
We danced with the women and their children in the prison and felt the freedom of God behind bars!
Now home and back to the grind, it is hard to forget the liberty that the women behind metal curtains displayed so beautifully. As I walked into church and saw women behind their own bars and caged by their thoughts, past or hurts I couldn't help but think of the broken women that danced in the prison. The truth of the wisdom of the land still rings true. God aches to restore dignity to His women, regardless of which prison they live in.
Restoring dignity to those who have forgotten their promise. Restoring dignity to those who have felt abandon and unworthy of rescue. Restoring dignity to those who have held their hurt deep inside for fear of judgment. Restoring dignity to those who hide the true condition of their heart. Restoring their joy, their value, their dance. To the prisoners both free and behind bars.
Psalm 30:11-12 The Message
You did it: you changed wild lament
into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
and decked me with wildflowers.
I'm about to burst with song;
I can't keep quiet about you.
God, my God,
I can't thank you enough.
When the Lord comes in and restores dignity, an undignified dance comes upon a person. When hope, joy and peace are given back to a temple that has lost it, a spinning twirling jig comes forth. A yehaw so to say. Think of David when the Ark of the covenant was returned. The glory of God comes rolling in and David came spinning out. An undignified dance welled up out of David! When the Glory of God restores a person’s dignity, a pee your pants dance should be the first thing we do. And Believe me, we were in an all women’s prison and it happened, and nobody cared. Because restored dignity has nothing to do with self image it has to do with coming into line with His image! So dance like nobody is watching you today.
As I prayed over His download of wisdom, I looked at the children in the van with us. Along with our team, we had children from a home we worked in Mexico. They were going with us to see their mothers. Some were somber, and some were excited, and some were holding back their emotions. All were quiet. After each gate and check point and approval of heavily armed guards we make it to the main entrance, only to be screened and padded down. We walk through two more gates and we are in. The children run to their mothers. The teen mission group mingles with the women prisoners and the women prisoners smile and try hard to understand our conversation.
For prisoners, they worshipped freely. Some danced, some jumped, but all worshipped. These women were free behind bars. As I watched them worship recklessly my heart went to places of dignified women who worshipped half heartedly and quite contained. For free women are worship can be weak. These precious prisoners held nothing back. It was obvious, they loved their Savior. And it was even more obvious, their Savior loved them.
Restore Dignity. I preached on Hagar and Sari. I shared how when we are mistreated by people we trust; we are being positioned for a promise. God sees us and know us and reminds us there is no boundary to His great love. His love does not see status, money, homes, bars, slave or free.
We danced with the women and their children in the prison and felt the freedom of God behind bars!
Now home and back to the grind, it is hard to forget the liberty that the women behind metal curtains displayed so beautifully. As I walked into church and saw women behind their own bars and caged by their thoughts, past or hurts I couldn't help but think of the broken women that danced in the prison. The truth of the wisdom of the land still rings true. God aches to restore dignity to His women, regardless of which prison they live in.
Restoring dignity to those who have forgotten their promise. Restoring dignity to those who have felt abandon and unworthy of rescue. Restoring dignity to those who have held their hurt deep inside for fear of judgment. Restoring dignity to those who hide the true condition of their heart. Restoring their joy, their value, their dance. To the prisoners both free and behind bars.
Psalm 30:11-12 The Message
You did it: you changed wild lament
into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
and decked me with wildflowers.
I'm about to burst with song;
I can't keep quiet about you.
God, my God,
I can't thank you enough.
When the Lord comes in and restores dignity, an undignified dance comes upon a person. When hope, joy and peace are given back to a temple that has lost it, a spinning twirling jig comes forth. A yehaw so to say. Think of David when the Ark of the covenant was returned. The glory of God comes rolling in and David came spinning out. An undignified dance welled up out of David! When the Glory of God restores a person’s dignity, a pee your pants dance should be the first thing we do. And Believe me, we were in an all women’s prison and it happened, and nobody cared. Because restored dignity has nothing to do with self image it has to do with coming into line with His image! So dance like nobody is watching you today.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Mercy and Justice
He held the baby by his ankle. He dangled in the air. Mothers were crying, "He's mine! No he's mine!" "I can settle this", Thought the king. " We shall split the child in half then each mother can have half a child. "No",screamed the genuine mother. "She can have him."
For a moment the lying mother smiled. For a brief moment she appeared as if she had won her deceitful game. For a split second the true mother thought as if her world had caved in and she had lost her child by giving him up. The court room silenced. Two mothers...one child. The king had no d.n.a evidence to go by. The king heard no attorney to plead each case. The king was the deciding factor in three fates; the infant, the birth mother and the kidnapper.
1 Kings:3 tells us the story of two harlots that both have a baby boy but one of the babies died because the mother rolled over on him. So the grieving mother stole another prostitutes baby. Both of these women are women of the night. Both appear to be unwed. And both are standing before a king in there sin, asking for mercy and justice.
I am a lover of Justice. I hate it when evil prevails. But I am also aware that mercy must be extended to those who are guilty. But Here's my question. Should mercy look as if an injustice is appearing? If mercy is extended to a rapist, isn't that an injustice to victim? If mercy is offered to a kidnapper, isn't that an injustice to the child and the parents?
King Solomon shows extreme wisdom in this scene. Both of these heathen mothers need a measure of mercy to go before the throne. However, when justice is delivered for the authentic mother, mercy is displayed as well. The king sees the heart of both mothers, he gives the baby boy to his natural mother. This is justice.
But, the instigator of this whole ordeal walks out with out even a fine to pay. She leaves a loser but no punishment is administered. This is mercy.
As I toss to and fro this early morning, my heart is settling on areas of my life that I have seen mercy delivered and justice fail. I have witnessed victims dismissed and tyrants ignored. I don't understand these cases nor do I want to dissect them. Being a lover of justice I believe it can be brought with mercy. Even a death row prisoner has the hope of salvation. The creepiest of sinners has the offer of the blood of the Lamb.
Micah 6:8 He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.
This scripture helps to makes sense out of nonsense. Where is the deciding line of justice and mercy. What does the Lord require of us? To act justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly. The Hebrew meaning of Justly, means "to enter into controversy" We can not change what we will not confront. It is never comfortable but it is rewarding. This is where battles are won and victims are freed. Our eyes must be open to areas of injustices and walk justly and enter into controversy as miserable as it is at times. We can walk justly without judgment.
As for mercy. The Hebrew meaning in this scripture is, "To be kind."
To be kind to the victim as Solomon was with actual mother. And kind to the the one who is guilty, to bring healing and relationship. Mercy, kindness or forgivenss are not condoning the guilty they are cures. Cures for a fallen world. Remedies for broken people. The way Justice works to correct the sinner kindness works to heal them.
Romans 2:4 Or do you show contempt for the riches of his kindness, tolerance and patience, not realizing that God's kindness leads you toward repentance?
Yes entering into controversy and acting justly can usher in Gods kindness.
Humbly standing for a cause.
Humbly showing a another mercy.
Humbly remembering we were once sinners shown kindness in our filth.
For a moment the lying mother smiled. For a brief moment she appeared as if she had won her deceitful game. For a split second the true mother thought as if her world had caved in and she had lost her child by giving him up. The court room silenced. Two mothers...one child. The king had no d.n.a evidence to go by. The king heard no attorney to plead each case. The king was the deciding factor in three fates; the infant, the birth mother and the kidnapper.
1 Kings:3 tells us the story of two harlots that both have a baby boy but one of the babies died because the mother rolled over on him. So the grieving mother stole another prostitutes baby. Both of these women are women of the night. Both appear to be unwed. And both are standing before a king in there sin, asking for mercy and justice.
I am a lover of Justice. I hate it when evil prevails. But I am also aware that mercy must be extended to those who are guilty. But Here's my question. Should mercy look as if an injustice is appearing? If mercy is extended to a rapist, isn't that an injustice to victim? If mercy is offered to a kidnapper, isn't that an injustice to the child and the parents?
King Solomon shows extreme wisdom in this scene. Both of these heathen mothers need a measure of mercy to go before the throne. However, when justice is delivered for the authentic mother, mercy is displayed as well. The king sees the heart of both mothers, he gives the baby boy to his natural mother. This is justice.
But, the instigator of this whole ordeal walks out with out even a fine to pay. She leaves a loser but no punishment is administered. This is mercy.
As I toss to and fro this early morning, my heart is settling on areas of my life that I have seen mercy delivered and justice fail. I have witnessed victims dismissed and tyrants ignored. I don't understand these cases nor do I want to dissect them. Being a lover of justice I believe it can be brought with mercy. Even a death row prisoner has the hope of salvation. The creepiest of sinners has the offer of the blood of the Lamb.
Micah 6:8 He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.
This scripture helps to makes sense out of nonsense. Where is the deciding line of justice and mercy. What does the Lord require of us? To act justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly. The Hebrew meaning of Justly, means "to enter into controversy" We can not change what we will not confront. It is never comfortable but it is rewarding. This is where battles are won and victims are freed. Our eyes must be open to areas of injustices and walk justly and enter into controversy as miserable as it is at times. We can walk justly without judgment.
As for mercy. The Hebrew meaning in this scripture is, "To be kind."
To be kind to the victim as Solomon was with actual mother. And kind to the the one who is guilty, to bring healing and relationship. Mercy, kindness or forgivenss are not condoning the guilty they are cures. Cures for a fallen world. Remedies for broken people. The way Justice works to correct the sinner kindness works to heal them.
Romans 2:4 Or do you show contempt for the riches of his kindness, tolerance and patience, not realizing that God's kindness leads you toward repentance?
Yes entering into controversy and acting justly can usher in Gods kindness.
Humbly standing for a cause.
Humbly showing a another mercy.
Humbly remembering we were once sinners shown kindness in our filth.
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