This article is being written on the day Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor, formerly know as Prince Andrew, was arrested to be investigated under suspicion of misconduct in public office following the recent release of the Epstein files. Now, the first thing I’ll say on this is just how betrayed I feel by the rhetoric I had in my brain of what a prince is like because of the Disney fairytales I watched. And that’s all I’ll say on that.
I would have you know that this blog has been in the works for a while now. It all started with a post that ticked me off after Albert Ojwang’s controversial death. The official reports suggested that he’d died of suicide but the masses disagreed, to put it lightly. The post, sympathetic to the feeling of the masses, said and I quote:
No amount of justice could make up for this.
Admittedly, in my own brushes with mistreatment, I have shared in this sentiment. But it usually lasts for a fleeting season not because I avoided it; oh no! Avoidance doesn’t work on me, more so on this. Rather, I believe this is a life and death matter. Because, walk with me here:
If a good and Omnipotent God doesn’t exist and as Neal Degrasse Tyson said, ‘the universe is blind to our sorrows and indifferent to our pain‘ or as Deists believe, ‘God exists but He’s simply uninvolved in human affairs,‘ then guys, what’s the point? Why endure it? Why not just choose death? There’s no retribution, accountability or redemption? I’m sorry but I’d rather die then.
But I’m still here. Which means I have reasons to believe that those things exist; retribution, accountability, redemption. Infact in the words of Fyodor Dostoevesky:
I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for…that in the world’s finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will happen that it will suffice for all hearts…
I believe like a child!
The atrocities that have been committed in this world are beyond human computation. I have spent this week reeling in rage for just a fraction of them. I have cried with people on the other side of the screen who I literally don’t know. There is so much groaning going on. Even in inanimate creation; because what’s up with thorns on roses shuwally? Ah. Quite frankly, anyone who suffers this world to go on any longer for mere material ambition is either terribly ignorant or completely heartless.
The more mind-boggling thing however, is how so many people can live without hope. It seems to me that there is either deep-seated hope in people or the suicide rates ought to be higher than they actually are. I don’t know, that’s just me trying to make sense of that phenomenon. But what I do know, is I have so much hope in my life.
This is where I want to make a caveat: I do not relish in the destruction of the wicked. That is one of the avenues of justice; not the only one. There is another way: the cross.
At the cross, I face the reality that I am both victim and villain. Yet by the greatest injustice in history- the killing of God- justice has been satisfied. Every offender, which is us all, simply deserves death. That is how seriously God takes the mistreatment of His children. But Christ, willingly takes the penalty:
KJV John 3
16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Everyone who receives this can be forgiven. And not only that; by God’s grace, they deeply regret what they’ve done and turn from it. It’s called repentance. Ah, isn’t it beautiful?
KJV 2 Peter 3
9 The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.
But to all who slight this immeasurably gracious provision,
KJV Hebrews 10
26 …there remaineth no more sacrifice for sins,
27 But a certain fearful looking for of judgment and fiery indignation, which shall devour the adversaries.
Under the meticulous supervision of my loving God, nothing slips through the cracks and noone is above the law. A couple of months ago, God reminded me of someone I had hurt more than 10 years ago. I had to go and ask for forgiveness. Because of the cross, I could be forgiven.
I yield with this:
The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.
~ Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
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