I cannot wait until acts of justice are no longer a surprise, for you know God, and you told us through Amos and Isaiah and Luke that justice that is surprising is no justice at all. It is at worst painted as sacrifice and mercy and is at best the drops of accountability.
I am so thirsty for justice, Lord. And I confess my spirit is dry and brittle, breaking apart in its absence.
Human justice is not even a meager copy of your justice Lord. racism and bigotry poisons any system we might try.
God I cannot wait for your justice to flow like water. So that we taste it on our tongue, so that it rains on us daily from the sky.
I can’t wait until the taste and feel of justice is so familiar that it begins to feel like home.
I can’t wait until the moment that every cry for mercy, every cry for help, every cry for mama is answered–with the swiftness of the Holy Spirit on the wing.
God, I cannot wait, until not one street never ever sees a droplet of blood again. Instead they sparkle with the cleansing waters of justice, instead they are filled so much with justice, that it becomes puddles for the children to splash in, soaking themselves with the liquid.
I cannot wait until justice becomes a child’s plaything—Known so much, that it becomes a part of our very breath and body. I cannot wait until the 60% of water that flows through our bodies is blessed, in the completion of our baptism, into the holy waters of justice imbuing our very selves.
I can’t wait until I can spit justice out on the street with clear truths and gracious words that free my siblings of all colors, creeds, ages, sexualities and genders.
I cannot wait for justice to flood our world. Not like the flood of Noah killing off the bad, but like the rains of the desert, giving the much needed food to the flora and fauna to bloom.
I cannot wait for justice, so I’m going to gather the drops and the dribbles and the driplets I have experienced, and I’m going to share them out to those I meet. Showing them how it cools violence, and refreshes spirits, and is miraculously freer than any other action.
Because my freedom is wrapped up in yours, my humanity is wrapped up in yours, and my justice is wrapped up in yours.
I’m ready to do this justice thing, God. Teach me how to do it I pray.
Feel free to use/adapt with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta
With Thanks to Lilla Watson and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s works and thanks also Black Twitter who let me listen as they prayed, grieved and celebrated over George Floyd and the guilty verdict of Officer Chauvin.