Is there any real justice in this world? Do you believe there is? If you had to constantly bare up under unfair circumstances and had been sorely wronged by another, even though you had to pay very HIGH price for their selfishness and saw no real recompense, would you still believe there is justice in this world? And how would you define justice? Is it more concrete or abstract? Is it some arbitrary number or criminal sentencing?
Suppose you were a victim of a drunk driver. You were waiting at a red light minding your own business and someone smashes your vehicle. Due to the severe impact of the rear end collision, your vehicle is now declared a total loss. And this person that was drunk, was very drunk. Not just a little mind you, but very drunk,.33 BAC. Not only do you loose your vehicle, but you get severely injured and loose your job. Then the drunk drivers' insurance company tries to blow you off, your employer tries to screw you out of your job, and the doctors try to minimize and trivialize a severe spinal injury that causes so much pain (herniated disk WITH nerve root compression) and if that's not enough, then your insurance company raises your rates even though you were not at fault. And now you want to shop around for cheaper rates but you can't get anything cheaper because now this accident, even though YOU WERE NOT THE ONE DRUNK DRIVING, is showing as a record for a claim on your drivers license! How is that justice? You can tell me if this were you. Would you believe there is justice in this world?
Now imagine if people had the audacity to call you "princess." Being hit by a very drunk driver and that horrific nightmare you had to walk through and bare up under was just one event of the many other horrific, nightmare events you had to walk through. Would you still believe in justice? Would you still believe there were decent people left in this world? Is it any wonder why now you don't trust people and you've become a very STRONG individual? You had to walk through that nightmare alone with no one coming to your defense! Because you were living alone, no one was there to see the countless nights you couldn't sleep because of jabbing, stabbing pain shooting down your left arm and in your neck. They were not there to see the ataxia, visual disturbances, muscle weakness, dizziness, and nausea and vomiting. In fact, you were held in the court of public opinion with a negative bias that was not in your favor even though you had done nothing wrong. You had to fight every tooth and nail just to have your most basic human rights met because you were treated like an animal, not a human being with dignity. So why should you believe there are still decent people left in the world when all most people have done is wronged you, belittled you and minimized and trivialized your severe hardships?
What do you honestly expect in a sinful, wicked, depraved world? Ecclesiastes 5:8 says "If you see the oppression of the poor and violent perverting of judgment and justice in a province, marvel not at the matter: for he that is higher than the highest regardeth; and there be higher than they. In other words, God is higher than any judicial court system in this world and he will dole out His justice in due time. No one will escape the justice of God.
I still believe in the goodness of God despite all that. But it has changed my perspective. I no longer hope in people or this world.......my hope is in God. Psalm 41 was the passage I came to when I was going through that horrific nightmare and it spoke directly to my heart. As a result, I quickly shifted my focus from horizontal to vertical. Psalm 41 was tailored just for me during that time because every word was true to what I was experiencing. This Psalm is a prayer for healing written by King David (who btw, had many enemies).
Blessed is He who considers the poor. The Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.
The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou
wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies. The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing; thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness. I said, Lord, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee. Mine enemies speak evil of me, when shall he die, when shall his name perish? And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself, when he goeth abroad, he telleth it (or gossips). All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt. An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more. Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me. But thou, Oh Lord, be merciful unto me, and raise me up that I may requite them. By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me. And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine INTEGRITY, and settest me before thy face for ever. Blessed be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting and to everlasting. Amen and amen.
