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justice is personal.

Several weeks ago, nearly five thousand people gathered in Philadelphia and various simulcast sites across the country for The Justice Conference, an annual pilgrimage convened by World Relief and Kilns College for justice workers, students, and learners from all over the world. The topics covered a broad spectrum, from abolishing modern day slavery, to bringing peace in the Congo and confronting urban poverty. Some say justice is merely fashionable today, a luxury of the rich. Others say justice belongs to politics or the courts. Some say justice waters down faith. But the thousands of pilgrims in Philly and across the nation beg to differ: faith without justice is dead.

 Two words are used for justice in the Tanakh, the Old Testament of the Bible. The first, mishpat, means “rendering judgment,” or “giving people what they are due,”[i] and is sometimes referred to as “rectifying justice.” The second word, tsedequa, means “the right thing,” or especially, “right relationships,” and is referred to as “primary justice.” These words are often paired together in Scripture as “justice and righteousness” and, in some instances, one means the other [ii]. Taken together, mishpat and tsekequa present a relational definition of justice: justice is about right relationships—relationships that work. Injustice is about relationships that don’t. This is illustrated by what some call the “the Quartet of the Vulnerable”[iii]—the orphan, widow, immigrant, and the poor. Injustice occurs when these people are left out, oppressed, or exploited. Justice happens when they are included.

The Hebrew vision of justice converges in the life and message of Jesus. Jesus not only teaches justice [iv], he becomes justice. To fully follow Christ means we must seek justice among the oppressed, the vulnerable, the left out. We must live and breathe justice as he did.

Last year I joined a delegation of faith leaders at the Capital in Washington, D. C. to discuss our government’s commitment to fighting poverty. An Orthodox Rabbi seated near me whispered, “tsedequah.” He said,In our language justice and mercy share the same root.” In Mother Theresa’s words, “Justice without love is not justice, and love without justice is not love.” For the Gospel to truly be good news, justice and mercy must both be present.

But for those who suffer, justice is deeply personal. Madame Odile (pronounced “o-deel”) devotes her life for Congo’s mothers, sisters, and daughters; women who are raped every 60 seconds as weapons of war in one of the greatest tragedies ever to disfigure human history. Her generous smile hides the suffering around her. As she embraces and cares for the 15-year-old who escaped terror in the Virunga forest, her mission of justice is to work with the community so that one day the rapes will stop.

For Madame Odile and the women of Congo, justice means surviving war. For millions of others, justice means overcoming chronic hunger, conquering malaria or HIV/AIDS, or escaping modern day slavery. “We know what justice is,” shouted a group of Latino women during a conference on poverty, “it is bread for our children!”

When we live out justice in our relationships, we give witness to the person of Jesus and affect change. When we help others become the hands and feet of Christ in their own communities, justice becomes tangible and accessible. For a 15-year-old victim of violence in Congo, justice wears the skin of Madame Odile. For a woman who cannot feed her child, justice comes in the form of a community banker offering a microloan, or an agronomist teaching techniques to increase her crop yield. For a refugee, justice comes with a hospitable heart and an open home.

Neighbor to neighbor. Tribe to tribe. The wealthy to the poor. The poor to the wealthy. Governments to their citizens. God to his people and his people to creation. These relationships, when stitched together justly, weave a tapestry of hope that fundamentally changes society for the better, and touches every citizen of the world.

We are experiencing a radical redefining of justice today. Justice is being reclaimed, stolen back from social and political camps, and rediscovered. What is emerging is something beautiful; a new and ancient justice, anchored deeply within the person and sacrificial love of Jesus, and inseparable from the very essence of the Gospel. As we recover its biblical meaning, we encounter a God who loves justice, demands justice, and executes it for the needy.[v] With such a glimpse, “how can we be deaf to its cry?”[vi]


[i] Keller, Timothy, Generous Justice: How God’s Grace Makes Us Just, 2010 (Penguin Books: London), Chapter 1.

[ii] Wolterstorff, Nicholas. Justice: Rights and Wrongs. 2008 (Princeton University Press: Princeton, New Jersey), Chapter 3.

[iii] Wolterstorff, Nicholas. Justice: Rights and Wrongs. 2008 (Princeton University Press: Princeton, New Jersey), Chapter 3.

[iv] For example, “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice, for they shall be filled. Matthew 5:6.

[v] See, for example, Isaiah 61:8, 9:7, 42:3; 30:18; Psalms 11:7, 33:5, 37:28, 99:4, 140:13; Jeremiah 9:23; Deuteronomy 16:20; Is; 58:6; Matthew 25. , and; Micah 6:8.

[vi] Newbigin, Leslie. “Whose Justice?” 1992, Ecumenical Review, 44, p. 308.

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The Audacity to Believe

“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. I believe that even amid today’s mortar bursts and whining bullets, there is still hope for a brighter tomorrow. I believe that wounded justice, lying prostrate on the blood-flowing streets of our nations, can be lifted from this dust of shame to reign supreme among the children of men. I have the audacity to believe that peoples everywhere can have three meals a day for their bodies, education and culture for their minds, and dignity, equality and freedom for their spirits. I believe that what self-centered men have torn down men other-centered can build up. I still believe that one day mankind will bow before the altars of God and be crowned triumphant over war and bloodshed, and nonviolent redemptive good will proclaim the rule of the land. ‘And the lion and the lamb shall lie down together and every man shall sit under his own vine and fig tree and none shall be afraid.’ I still believe that we shall overcome!”

- Martin Luther King, Jr., Acceptance Speech, Nobel Peace Prize

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a collective gasp

Greetings, Friends. Every December 24th, I begin the day by filling  a blank screen with words. It’s become a Christmas tradition says my wife. I like to think of it as liturgy. My youngest son’s response? “Wow. Intense.”  Maybe I should apologize? Maybe not. You may feel a gnawing at your soul this Christmas too.  The world’s suffering is just too near. Intense, perhaps, but hopeful too. So read on, lover of verse in a prosaic world. And Merry Christmas: the nearness of God is our good.

Before the hallelujah chorus
The Prince of Peace
The Wonderful Counselor;
Before the government falls upon His shoulders;
Before the Child was born unto Us
A peasant girl fell to her knees
And sang with abandoned praise:
“My soul glorifies
My spirit rejoices
For You look down upon
My lowly state”.[1]

She wore a blue dress
The day she was sold
Because she thought
She was going to grandma’s house
Three villages away.
Instead
Her sister said
They couldn’t pay
For her anymore.
For seven years
She peered between
Bamboo slats,
And knelt to tremble
And to pray.

The boy said no
So the man cocked his gun
And said,
“If you don’t…”
So he did
An unspeakable thing
That day he became a soldier.

Two thousand years hence,
You look down again
Upon the lowly state
of child, of daughter, of son
And steal back
The blue-dress girl
Who says, today, she loves herself again
Who says she knows
You did not forsake;
You gaze upon the soldier boy
And slip your grasp around his heart
To remove his torment:
Today, he says he prays.

O how to reconcile
This happy day with sorrow stretched
Across our earthen clay?
The sugar-plum joy with blood-soaked pain
So close and yet so far?

Unto Us a Child is born
Not because the world is calm
Not because all is bright
No, the thrill of hope
Lies beyond our furthest reach
The fable still comforts the feeble
You still Bethlehem yourself
You still slip on fragile human skin;
And join our suffering;
You shatter the yoke of slavery
You break the oppressor’s rod;
You destroy the soldiers’ boots
And burn the bloodstained garments of our wars.[1]

You, O Fury
O Relentless Soul
O Holy Fire
Tonight, You thunder;
Tonight, You speak.
Tonight the universe draws
Its frail and frantic breath
Into one collective gasp
And for just one barren moment
One Sabbath second
The world is

Silent.

sjb
12.24.12


[1] Luke 1:48
[2] Isaiah 9:4-5

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Combined, then Doubled

“The wars in the Congo have claimed nearly the same number of lives as having a 9/11 every single day for 360 days, the genocide that struck Rwanda in 1994, the ethnic cleansing that overwhelmed Bosnia in the mid-1990s, the genocide that took place in Darfur, the number of people killed in the great tsunami that struck Asia in 2004, and the number of people who died in Hiroshima and Nagasaki — all combined and then doubled.”  -CNN, Why the World is Ignoring Congo War

Photo credit: WSJ

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Pitch a Tent in Congo

Today the New York Times reports this headline: “Congo Rebels Pack Up, but Chaos Reigns.” In Goma, our leader describes an increasingly concerning picture on the ground:

 ”…there are many incidents of robbery, looting and extortion by soldiers against residents.  Shops and private homes continue to be looted with private vehicles, televisions, computers, motorcycles and generators in the greatest demand for quick resale.  [The Rebels] have lost all pretense at protecting the city from lawless elements as they are implicated in numerous acts of aggravated robbery on every corner.  Reliable reports indicate a detachment of Congolese police officers have been sent from Bukavu to restore order…At the same time, although there have been rumors of a withdrawal, the [Rebels] continue to move about in large numbers within the city….Banks continue to be closed and are not operating and the few shops that were open have shut their doors due to the risks….  Electricity and water remain pipe dreams for 99% of the population who have no access to generators.”

This Sunday marks the beginning of Advent. We celebrate the Word made flesh “dwelling among us.” (John 1:14). The Greek word for dwell means “to encamp, to pitch one’s tent,”¹ which was fitting for first century Bethlehem. It was a working class city at best, a city known for making and selling bread.  But the city had swelled with people to register for a census forced by Caesar Augustus. People spoke of the Romans in hushed voices for fear of coercion. Incidents of injustice filled the newspapers. Oppression ruled the day. Christmas wasn’t happy yet; it was chaos.

Into this suffering and injustice, into the oppression, the palpable fear, and among the cries of unlikely people,

God pitches his tent.

When we sing the minor key of “O Come, O Come…” this advent season; when we kneel with awestruck gratitude for the mystery of the incarnation; when we light the candle and wait in expectation, what if we also offer a lament, a prayer, a song, or a scripture for the Congo? What if we collectively shout, with unwavering faith, for “peace on earth and goodwill”² for our brothers and sisters living in a land riddled with fear and stained with blood?

Today God pitches his tent among the suffering in Congo.  Does he not ask us to join him? To, in some small way, also pitch our tents?

 

Notes:
1. Complete Word Study Bible Dictionary by Baker, Warren, Carpenter, and Eugene.
2. Gospel of Luke 2:14

Photo credit: The New York Times

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I want to be like Cal

Last Saturday in Seattle, family, colleagues, and friends celebrated the life of Cal Uomoto, former Office Director of World Relief Seattle. Because of Cal Uomoto, mothers, fathers, and children—many who lived in refugee camps, many who suffered persecution—now live a life never dreamed possible.  Many follow Jesus Christ. Many have pioneered churches, ministries, and businesses to bless others as they have been blessed. All who knew Cal were inspired to live life differently. The last time I was with Cal he recounted stories of former refugees who are now changing the world. Tears rimmed his eyes with each story. I was moved to tears too. Cal saw Jesus in those he served; he called them friends.

I was able to spend some time with our staff in Seattle this week. We remembered Call with words, memories, and anecdotes:  “Cal was steadfast, dedicated, selfless, unassuming, faithful, humble, compassionate, and honest, even in the midst of politics.  Cal was a champion for his staff, an expositor of complex passages in the Bible, an incredible networker, a great leader, and a friend to many. His life was a witness, and his dying too.”

Cal lived what most would consider an exceptional life. But he called it normal, the normal Christian life.

When I grow up, I want to be like Cal. I hope you do too.

Thank you, Cal, for living a radiant life. We are better because of you.

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the fighting has stopped

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M23 has taken the city of Goma. But the fighting has stopped. Our leaders in Goma report all staff is accounted for and safe, including all family members.  A local hospital reports that 41 people have been wounded, including 19 children and 3 pregnant women. Our team reports that “bodies of Congolese soldiers are still lying where they have fallen; some have been collected by relatives but others, being from far-off battalions, have no one to take them for burial.”  People who fled the city are returning home, but they may return home to find little food and houses ransacked.

From Goma:

“At this moment, spirits are high because citizens have survived a terrible, stress-filled, anxiety-ridden time.  The number one worry at this moment is the DRC government itself who have been speaking on radio about ‘never allowing’ this situation to become status quo.  People have already been through a nightmare – it is awful to contemplate that they might have to repeat this again soon with a government assault to try and retake the city.”

Join me in praying for the injured and displaced families and for peace in Eastern Congo.

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Now is the time to pray for Congo

Pray for the Democratic Republic of Congo

I just spoke with our staff in Goma, Eastern Congo. Violence is raging across the city as the M23 rebel group battle to take the city. It appears most of the UN has fled. Our staff is safe, and deeply grateful we are standing with them in prayer.

Will you join us? Pray for the Congo–our people and local churches as they serve as harbors of safety. Pray for the protection of women and children. Pray for peace.

Please shout with me through twitter, Facebook, and blogs. The international news community has been very slow to report the unfolding events. Everyone is a journalist today. So shout loud!

Thank you for crying out for the Congo.

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Madame Odile

Her smile hides the suffering around her.

Madame Odile (pronounced ”O-deel”) gives her life for Congo’s mothers, sisters, and daughters–women raped every 60 seconds as weapons of war in one of the greatest tragedies ever to disfigure human history.

Madame Odile embraces the 15 year old who escapes terror in the Vuronga forest. She clothes her. She treats her. She helps her family walk with her as she heals. And she works with the community so, one day, the rapes will

Stop.

In the Congo, justice wears the skin of Madame Odile.

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watermelons instead of famine

Once upon a time there was a famine. Now there are watermelons.

Remember “Water in Turkana“? The remote place in Northwestern Kenya where 37% of the kids were severely malnourished? For the full story, see https://vimeo.com/45669301

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