I just got back from seeing The Help with my friend Mandie. I loved it. At least as much as the book (I need to read it again to make sure. It’s been over a year.) But my heart hurts.
Because things aren’t fair.
I can’t really talk about it, because the words aren’t there yet, just lots of sad, uncomfortable thoughts and feelings. And anger. A lot of anger. Not just over the fact that if Mandie and I had gone to see this movie 50 years ago, we wouldn’t have been allowed to sit together. But because of every single person who’s ever been treated unfairly or unkindly because of her skin color.
Or how poor she is.
Ava and I are reading a book called Esperanza Rising. More hate, more racism, more unfairness.
I think of the women in Ethiopia (and all over the developing world) who are dying in childbirth or sustaining horrible, life-ruining injuries because they have no access to healthcare.
I think of little girls and boys whose bodies are being used and abused, and they have no way to speak up for themselves. They have no rights.
I wish the list ended there, but I could write long into the night. It’s so unfair.
O Lord, you hear the desire of the afflicted; you will strengthen their heart; you will incline your ear to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed so that man who is of the earth may strike terror no more. (Psalm 10:17-18)
God, make me an instrument of your love and justice. I want to give my life for your precious children who live with horrific unfairness every single day. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven, sweet Jesus!