“The Lord said, “What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.” (Genesis 4:10)
Injustice, great or small, calls out.
Cries out.
He cannot help but hear.
He cannot help but answer.
From the first murder to the latest,
The little white lie, our “smallest” infraction.
Tsâ’aq – means to call out in distress, to clamor.
When He was silent, we thought He was just like us.
But His patience is for our repentance.
Desires that none should perish.
It screams deafeningly in His ear.
Cries out. Clamors.
He cannot help but hear.
He cannot help but answer.
He mounts the clouds, momentarily holds back His steeds,
Waiting that we may make things right…
There is a blood that speaks a better word than Abel’s.
Pays the price.
Rights the wrong.
Speaks forgiveness.
Mercy triumphs over justice.
“Father, forgive them.”
“It is finished.”
He cannot help but hear.
He cannot help but answer.
The wrath assuaged.
The steeds are stabled.