Living heart-led doesn’t make you stupid, but a lot of folks might thinks so.
People see that massive scar on my knee and the vestigial swelling and ask questions. Most of the time it ends up with silly questions about why I didn’t try to plunder the City. Only a few understood the answer: I did what was right because it was right. It doesn’t matter what wrong others might have done, I don’t have to make an enemy of everyone who hurts me. It’s neither the question of Anglo-American justice, nor the highly variable wacko social justice considerations, but divine justice from the heart.
Granted, I’m now having a discussion with both EMSA and Dick’s Sporting Goods about how this will turn out, since it appears the City won’t actually cut a check before December. The difficulty brings no regrets. God alone knows how He wants this to turn out, so I’m praying for His favor, and hoping that includes favor in the sight of the other parties. Regardless of how it turns out, I’m excited about the prospect of demonstrating divine justice to others. Somebody is going to notice.
Meanwhile, this is one wild ride. The twists and turns are loaded with surprises. What helps the most is that I bear the two-edged sword of loving God’s Creation and the life He gives me here, plus the assurance that it’s all just a sample of what comes after this life.
Divine justice is its own reward. The broader population around us doesn’t get that. Some objectify it as duty, but that’s an awful self-oppressing approach. Some are so wrapped up in the worship of Mammon that they simply cannot imagine joy outside of more hedonistic comforts. I don’t care about common justice mythologies. I care about the joy of my Creator’s favor and the sense of peace He alone can pour into my heart.
We puzzle people, and so it should be.