For World Day of International Justice – July 17
“It is
reasonable that everyone who asks for justice should do justice.”
— Thomas
Jefferson (1743–1826)
CHARLINE MUSANIWABO had a pretty ordinary life, a beloved member
of a loving family, until the Rwandan genocide of 1994. She was eighteen and overnight her life plunged
into an abyss. Both her parents, and
five of her eight siblings, were killed.
She fled with the remaining three, but was raped and forced to marry the
Hutu rapist who had violated her, conceiving four children to him, suffering
constant abuse to him over fifteen torturous years. With the help of a brave woman neighbour, she
finally fled him in 2011. A longer
version of her story can be read here.
Charline’s story echoes the fact that some injustices have been
faced by relatively few. But her story
also prompts us that injustice faces us all, not only in the wider world, but
as much as anything, for many, within the sanctity of home. No greater oxymoron: violence done clandestinely
within what should be the confines of the safest sanctuary.
Just how many women exemplify Charline’s story? How many even in ‘civilised’ countries with
best practice legal systems? How many
Charlines have we known? And what elements of her story resonate with
our own stories?
The atrocities done to Charline are both rare yet contemptibly unremarkable;
abhorrent, yet scarily real in the experience of many; too many, when even one
case is unacceptable. Scarier still is
the fact that we all have the perpetrator and victim in us.
Indeed, countless normal, indeed
even gifted, people have instigated injustices.
For instance, the biggest ecological disasters in the history of the
world. In a former profession as a risk
manager, I’d see the list of reported world incidents on a monthly basis, and
it amazed me how the world coped with these gargantuan fires, dangerous chemical
spills that would fill swimming pools, explosions that levelled entire towns,
and toxic gas releases that could kill whole cities. Some of the worst disasters killed hundreds,
if not thousands, of people.
In 1976, Bhopal in India was the site of the Union Carbide methyl
isocyanate gas release that affected a half million people — and depending on
who you read, somewhere between two thousand and sixteen thousand died! Innocent people who lived lives ignorant of
the imminence of devastation. But the
nuclear incidents are most disturbing.
The Chernobyl reactor meltdown in 1986 is still a colossal problem
thirty years hence, let alone within the tens of thousands of lives it wrought
destruction, initially and subsequently.
Then there’s the more recent Fukushima power plant disaster (2011),
caused in some part by nature, but with the latent amoral precondition: a
sequence to catastrophe at the mere presence of a nuclear power source. Where is the justice for the people killed or
maimed by such events; or, those who lost dear ones? What technology should even be contemplated for
use when a disaster from the use of that technology can wreak a
several-thousand-year fallout? Of
course, hindsight is a marvellous paradigm.
If only the early governmental leaders had known what was ahead. Most concerning, though, there are many who
would rise to power, and who have indeed risen to power, and who have
deliberately abused God’s creation, procreating their egotism; a personal
melting pot for national calamity. Yet
we all have such capacity for wrongness.
We only truly understand justice
when we understand our limits
in procuring and executing justice.
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Justice, the mystery.
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Justice is God’s.
It is utterly inscrutable.
We can see it, even touch it, but we cannot control it.
Justice intends that we, the frustrated, come to the end of ourselves.
Then, to God we inevitably fall… and rest.
Then we’re measured; useful, finally, for both God and justice.
We all know that God’s earth needs her justice. We’ve all seen misguided people greedily step
onto that idolatrous soapbox for their fifteen minutes of fame. We’ve lamented those who are trying to get
ahead by ill-gotten gain. The ingredients
of that person are latent within us, too.
Justice warns us. We who have
ears should listen.
Humanity shares something of a dichotomy with justice. We sense the need to act justly, to love
mercy, and to walk humbly, but we struggle to practice it with consistency of
purpose and end. We may be healed of our
misunderstanding, day by day, when we recognise our need of God’s sanctifying
grace, but we’re subject to this putrefying human condition; the irrefutable condition
of our torment. Our bodies waste away,
and we don’t like it. Our thinking is
fraught with dimness. We don’t like
that, either. And our wavering hearts
are feeble, and such a thing is execrable.
Injustice occurs on so many levels and in myriads of contexts:
personally, interpersonally, maritally, occupationally, communally, internationally,
and globally. If we would let it, it
would subsume us. The presence of
injustice in the world is always an enigmatic paroxysm to us. Injustice bursts in our lives, shocks us, and
takes us on a much unanticipated course.
But we’re reminded, that in the midst of it all is a sovereign God, and
His purposes will be made known. This
doesn’t excuse God or the injustices, but it does help us to keep stepping by
faith in the interim. The interim are
the days of our lives. And if the worst
can be experienced by anybody, the worst can make its home in us, also. Oh, what an unbearable thought!
It’s the maker and breaker of life: justice. It makes life all
of what life is. But when justice
capsizes, lives are broken and hope is fallen like a mighty oak.
Benjamin Disraeli (1804–1881) said that “justice is truth in
action.” I have often said that love is truth in action. And that’s where love and justice and truth
all coalesce — in action. That action begins with each of us; what we
allow and disallow; how we respond to the issues that confront us; how we
advocate according to God’s will, and the discernment thereof. And experience teaches us, it’s not our passion
as much as our wisdom — our prudent diligence; our diligent prudence — that
blesses the situations of our advocacy.
To add value, and not make situations worse.
Justice is a visible thing.
It’s a thing of truth and love; the way things should be. The way we expect goodness to flow. Where there are only winners and there are no
losers. If that isn’t a panacea.
World Day for International Justice is a time to mourn with those who mourn, and rejoice with those
who rejoice. It’s a day when we thank
God for the advocates of past, present, and future, and not least for His resonating
grace. It’s a day when we implore Him:
“Come, Lord, come today; to this
dying world! Revive and restore justice to
unjust situations, everywhere.”
It’s a day when we pray for Him to convict us in the commitments
and recommitments we need to make.
It’s a day for planning each day forward, so each day is marked
by a faith that walks by truth in action.
From this moment onward, evermore, into the chasm of eternity,
when that time comes.
© 2016 Steve Wickham.
