justice

I've been longing for things to be made right.

The election in Iran, the nuclear stand-off in North Korea, babies being abused and abandoned, people being profiled, discriminated against, or killed based on their address, skin color, or any other difference.

Injustice.

Makes me long for the day when justice rolls down like a flood; when the Prince of Peace establishes His kingdom.

I can't remember where I first stumbled upon this prayer and am unsure of its origin, but its been great reminder for me throughout the years so I thought I would share it with you today. May we all dream big this year! 

May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships so that you may live deep within your heart.

May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression and exploitation of people so that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.

We'd crack the perforation on the Advent calendar to reveal the day's picture--a Nutcracker, perhaps, or a doll, or maybe a wise man preparing for his journey, depending on that year's theme. Or we'd break another link on our homemade chain made of red and green construction paper. As the chain shrunk, our excitement grew.

We started our Christmas lists in May. A new doll would arrive on the shelves, or a friend would get the latest tape from some band. "Put it on your Christmas list," mom would say.