When I was a child, I was passionate about justice. I sought it continually. As a child, what did I even know about justice? By observation. And how did my passion for seeking justice display itself? “It’s not fair!!!” My form of justice really meant that all I was concerned about was myself. Me, myself, and I. And how the rest of the world treated me.
Let’s take an informal poll right now . . .
- Who in this room has a perfect family?
- Who has ever wanted to apply a little “slap therapy?”
- Who in your family is the most likely to offend?
- Who in your family is the one who will forgive anyone anything?
- Who in your family has a really hard time forgiving someone?
- Which one of these are you the most like?
Now for a really strange question: if you were visited by a loved one who came back 22 years later “from the dead,” what kind of proof would you need that this person really was the one you had given up for dead?
This morning we are going to continue the story of Joseph and his amazing, dysfunctional family that Pastor Andi preached about last Sunday. And how God can change our ideas of justice and “It’s not fair” for us.