In the face of obvious wrongdoing
In the midst of shattered covenants
I want to judge.
I want the guilty to receive their due as I determine it.
Vengeance is mine, says the Lord.
This Lord heals the thankless and rewards those who show up late for work.
This Lord forgave a blatant wrongdoer from the cross.
The mercy of this one offends my judgmental self.
This I confess: To release my need to hand out punishment is beyond my capability.
In your mercy, O God, you place before me the only question to which I need respond: “How can I grow in love?”
