In my last post, we visited God’s heart for social justice by listening in on a conversation between a child and a parent. Additionally, we visited Isaiah 1:17, which is a clear invitation to correct oppression, bring justice to the fatherless, and plead the cause of widows.
I was driving down a popular boulevard in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. In a grassy area along the boulevard, I saw a man lift up his iron rod that served as a cane to strike a woman over her head. Without thinking, I slammed on my brakes, jumped out of my vehicle, and inserted myself between the man and woman to prevent a terrible tragedy of domestic violence. I stopped the bleeding anyway. I deescalated the situation. It was my spontaneous effort to participate in social justice.
As an American and figuratively speaking, do you feel like you are a member of a dysfunctional family—that your dad and mom argue incessantly and threaten divorce every other day?
Jesus bled red for the Jew, for the Burmese, for the Ethiopian, for the man, and for the woman.
What happens when we store up rich spiritual food and keep it all to ourselves? How does God move us out of our comfort zones?
Are you a ‘food truck’ disciple-maker or a ‘restaurant’ disciple-maker?
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