The hands of justice can be slow. I struggle because I like swift, sharp, definitive justice. I say that knowing I like justice everyone except when it comes to me. In the latter I think mercy, compassion, and forgiveness trump! Excluding this, justice is often a beautiful thing in the eyes of those victimized.
I continue to find myself looping back to justice finally playing out in an evil life a decade plus late. It is hard to imagine the victims during the time from my first interaction and when handcuffs materialized. Given that my experience was well into the story and short lived, the number touched by this individual staggers my mind.
Yet, I have met some who felt a generous side. It is hard to imagine, but there are those who talk with quiet admiration. In contrast, those that have felt the other side speak with an intensity only found in victims.
I look back and wonder about my role. Although I was never victimized, I had insights into the way evil worked. I do not recall ever acting intentionally except to protect myself. Should I have done more? Was there anything I could have done? Would anything have made a difference?
I honestly do not know. I am thankful that the memories haunt me because I know that it has led to three beliefs that play out in today’s chaos. First, I believe good will triumph over evil. It may take time. There will likely be more victims. Yet, in the end, good wins.
Second, Divinity will deal with evil. While I have the opportunity to respond to evil (belief three), God is on point to handle the bigger picture. David’s belief rings true; “He sends orders from heaven and saves me, he humiliates those who kick me around. God delivers generous love, he makes good on his word.” (Psalm 57.3)
Third, my role is to respond to evil with passion grounded in compassion, mercy, and hope. Modeling truth while remembering we are at war is essential. Being a good soldier is calling.
