As many of you know, Charity and I had a major battle with bed bugs in our apartment last fall. It has to be the single most psychological fight that I’ve had in a number of years. We would wake up with bites all over our bodies. I slept about 2 hours or less every night for about three weeks. You feel like crap is crawling on you all night long. It was straight crazy. We somehow picked them up from some of the apartment complexes where we spent time with our friends new to the country. There is so much traffic in and out of their apartments that they’re easy to pick up.
Today I was visiting a friend at another complex when an exterminator walked in following up a bed bug treatment he had done. He talked down to everyone in the house suggesting they didn’t understand anything or know English. One individual in the house is extremely intelligent. He got pissed at me because I wasn’t translating everything he said. I wasn’t angry just because he was a cranky, mad exterminator. The whole system of injustice started rolling through my mind. The type of treatment he was doing was cheap. The manager at the complex had gone soft on the cost. I’m sure if the exterminator would have come to my place he would have been a lot nicer. I grow so weary of racism. He must have said “these people” five or six times. Arrgghhh!!! The “us and them” that Christ died for to reconcile was alive and well today.
I want to learn to be in the moment with God when situations like this occur. I don’t think justice means me yelling at the exterminator and telling him how unjust he is. Nor does it mean to do what I did today and merely sit silently. I was talking to a pastor friend of mine the other day who also struggles with this practice of serving Jesus and being alive with Him in each moment. Why are we so often caught off guard when the most critical times come in speaking for the Lord? I want to learn to have a healthy balance of compassion, justice, and righteousness. Moment by moment serving God isn’t easy. I need you help.