Have you ever regretted that
you had an opportunity to help someone and you were unable to help, or you let
the opportunity pass? Have you ever hoped
that you would get another chance? I can
think of a few missed occasions in my life.
I would kick myself and say to myself why didn’t I jump in instead of
pausing and wanting someone else to do it, or hoping that it would take care of
itself?
Recently my husband and I
went to the movie “42.” In the movie the story of Jackie Robinson, recruited
for the Dodgers by owner Branch Rickey, is related. Branch
shares how he played ball in college with an outstanding black athlete, but
because he was black, he was marginalized, and eventually he gave up. People of color were not given the same
opportunities as whites back then. Now
Branch wanted to do something about the situation. He was the owner of the team so he could call
the shots. In the end after much abuse
and constant opposition the race barrier was finally broken.
There are all kinds of
injustices in the world, from the timid first grader to the kid who hasn’t
found anything that he or she is good in, and is ignored. As a teacher I was always for the
underdog. I think it might have had
something to do with how my little brothers were treated in school. My next to the youngest brother had dyslexia
so it was hard for him to learn to read.
His teacher decided that several boys in the class, who couldn’t read
well, were not very smart, and she wanted to fail them. My mom thought it was strange that there were
so many boys who were failing. She
didn’t go along with the decision. I
recall her sitting by my brother’s elbow as he did his homework. Somehow he passed. (I remember that when he was six he wanted me to read to him all the volumes of the World Book Encyclopedia. I don’t remember how far we got before I went to college!)
My youngest brother was very quiet. In school he barely made a peep. He couldn’t read loud enough in class so the
teacher thought he couldn’t read. In our
family he didn’t have a chance to talk much as the other four of us could carry
on the conversation quite well. He was a
very sensitive little boy who cried when I told him he should eat his peas ---there
were children in Africa dying because they had no food. As an adult he went to Africa and taught Jr.
High students to plant gardens. He now
works for the FDA as a food inspector.
There are some ladies who won’t speak up for
themselves. Sometimes they may or may
not ask me to speak. When I do speak up I
have been called bossy. I had the best
motivation but was more interested in the goal than being merciful and gracious
in achieving it. So there is a good way and a bad way of
fighting injustice.
A great concern by many
Christians right now is for the Church.
People in the church have been led astray by “progressive” thinking
about morality. An effort has been made to convince others that we must have
compassion on women who want abortions.
We are now learning from science that life begins at conception. Abortion is murder. Yet even some pastors don’t see this. Homosexual sex is immoral but some have tried
to convince themselves that we must be compassionate because they are born that
way. Well, many of us have been born
liars, covetous, and adulterers, but we know these things are wrong. In like manner homosexual sex is wrong.
I may or may not have made
“truth” an Idol. (There have been a
great many sermons on idolatry up to this time. Anything that is put first before God is an
idol.) I get impatient that others
cannot see the truth as I see it. But
then God works with me and desires that I let Him do things in His timing. I heard of a missionary to the Middle East
yelling at people on the bus he was riding, who couldn’t see the truth. I identified with his impatience. So I pray that I will “do good works, which
GOD has PREPARED in ADVANCE for us to do.”
Ephesians 2:10. That means we
aren’t to do every good work but just those works God wants us to do. Meanwhile I will pray, study, and wait for
God to do His perfect will!
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