And will God not grant justice to those who cry out day and night, or delay long in helping them? I tell you, God will grant them justice and swiftly.
But, when the Chosen One does come, will they find any faith on earth? Luke 18:7-8
What will you tell your children’s children about these tortured times?
The other day when Christ came by
holding her mother’s hand,
at the river’s edge she started to cry
on the bridge to a promised land.
When love of the law
supplants the law of love
soulless bureaucracy blossoms.
As the faceless tyranny of legalism,
tears at the roots of co-responsibility,
it seeds an illusion of powerlessness.
What is legal usurps what is moral,
conscience is conveniently circumvented,
ideology is idolized in fluttering emblems.
And anthems proclaimed,
with boast and bluster,
proudly belie their sullied ideals.
Calloused hearts are always cultivated;
rubbing salt into raw crevasses
that keep us torn apart.
All the while, the fate of our little ones
on the fickle whim of sentiment.
How can we not see the face of the Lord in the face of the millions of exiles, refugees, and displaced persons who are fleeing in desperation from the horror of war, persecution and dictatorship? Pope Francis
Yet held within “compassion”
is our “compass”,
and without it we quickly lose our bearings.
As there are always
profits in persecution,
so too are there prophets who speak for the children.
There is nothing more damaging to unanimity,
than the heartless disregard
of any soul estranged.
For this stranger’s guise
the wounded Christ must use
to pierce our armored hearts.
And once again the crying Christ-child
unmasks the naked lie of inhumanity,
robed in imperious authority.
In the clearing arc of history
who will you choose to befriend:
hand in hand with control and command
or lowly-led by childlike care, to welcome, love and mend?
The wolf with the lamb shall live,
the leopard with the young goat shall recline,
the calf together with the lion and the yearling,
and a little child shall lead them. Isaiah 11:6