Everyone has a "Word"

Everyone has a Word and mine is Justice; As a child I remember the first time injustice entered my life as reality. Up until that moment injustices were something you saw in the movies. In the end, good conquered evil and everything was right with the world again. But this was “real life”, not the movies, and children just didn’t die at the hands of an adult. I remember in that moment, even though I was so young, I felt a great anger, how could this be? I remember the passion I felt, I wanted justice to be done! I had a voice and I was determined to stand up and use it. I would make a difference! I was going to let my voice be heard, and people would listen. I used that voice several times with great passion, and several times I was broken by someone that tried to condition me with a twisted way of thinking that I was expected to comply to; in my determination, it became a fight where I was left to feel inferior, silly and foolish. These people had a negative response to my outbursts of wanting justice. I don’t think that I've been alone in this, we become conditioned to believe there are too many injustices in the world and we can’t make a difference. The thing I remember most was the great passion I had to do something. That passion exists in many children and unfortunately many times it dies a slow death only to be replaced by Conformity. I once had a shirt that had across the front of it, "Defy Conformity" We So need that now more than any other time in history, if only to preserve it. Without these bursts of standing up for Justice, and not backing down, a child dies spiritually at the hands of an adult. They must See it to know how to walk in it and we must lead by example. If we think we must back down in order to walk our Christian Walk, we just allowed satan to win!!!! We must turn over tables in the Temple Courts and do it with as much energy and endurance as the left did to attack President Donald J. Trump during his Presidency! The passion I had as a child left me in many instances of trouble in my life, but had I had it to do all over again, I'd still fight for justice, not sure I'd beat up the boys like I did, I am sure I would try to handle it in a much better way, but it was my passion to protect that lead me to do what I did. I lived on a lake and there was a boy who would go into the nests of the ducks on the lake and break their eggs. I would get So angry at him, I not only beat him up right then and there but I also chased him home everyday off the bus and if I caught up with him, he got a beating. It broke my heart to see the mother ducks squawking for her baby while this kid laughed and threw her eggs to the ground. I remember seeing the half formed duckling move, gasping and struggling for it's life while its mama cried. I hated him for what he had done. I don't believe in violence now but as a child it was the only way I knew to stop him from doing this. I had a sense to protect these ducklings even if I did handle it wrong, the passion was there. If you can at all remember that kind of passion, you can find it again, and a difference for many injustices can be made. Being a Caregiver, I now take care of ducklings in the Spiritual sense and by that I mean, So many have not been taught The True things of God, their religion in a sense has killed them......The bible says My people perish for lack of knowledge. Hosea 4:6. It seems for now The Lord has placed me to care for the elderly and to help them to get home, to help them be overcomers and to know what it means to remain in Christ putting on the full armor of God and retrieving their Inheritance in Christ. I found that passion again. When I went on mission, I found it there too, I saw what others had to endure; Recently, I was asked why I loved going to Africa so much when the problem there was so much bigger than I am, surely it couldn’t make a difference. I have several answers to that question but the simplest was the one I used- The Starfish Story... by Loren Eiseley (1907 - 1977) Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up. As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a little boy, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean. He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?" The little boy paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean." "I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man. To this, the little boy replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die." Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!" Discouraged he began to walk away. Suddenly the little boy bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "It made a difference for that one." The man looked at the little boy inquisitively and thought about what he had said and had done. Inspired, he joined the little boy in throwing the starfish back into the ocean. I love this story. It shows how you can truly save a life one at a time if you are willing and daring enough to just try.