justice and the unjust
04.06.06

i have an interview! the georgia bureau of investigation (gbi) called yesterday to set up an interview with me for a position doing investigative work with the chief medical examiner. i'm trying not to count the chicks pre-hatch, but i gotta say it- i'm excited. i've put out my resume for over a 100 different openings in hospitals, law firms, government agencies, social service groups, and mental health organizations, and this interview is my first response ever to have an actual sit-down-and-talk kind of thing. there is some relief to be found in getting the first response, i believe. it tells me that i'm not all that bad. i mean, hey, somebody thinks i actually qualify for a position where i'm not having to sell a discount card, dust shelves, or put a book in somebody's hand. this is a real, live job. on top of that, this position would really help my career get out of the gate and running toward something federal. i'm crossing my fingers. shoot, something a million times better may come along, but for now i have an interview, and i appreciate that the Lord has provided that much this far.

i love justice. there's something about seeing the criminal mind brought to its knees that thrills me. predators being reduced to the prey or even outwitted, outpaced, or outlasted by their would-be victims. it satisfies. last night as i was leaving jalapenos nathan, dallas, and i watched some dude back his big fat suv into a jeep and then take off. what do i do? start running after the car to get a license plate number or at least make and model. nathan is busy doing recon with the damaged vehicle, and dallas is where? jumping in his car to speed after the villain. well, the punk in the suv sped away too fast for us to get much, but it reminded me how much i love being in situations where i get to help people out or even wax a tad heroic. i wanted to catch the bad guy, put him away, and then go home to a beautiful wife with a big steak on the table.

the situation reminded me of another last semester when i was riding with my roommate, rob, and he got rear ended by some stoner with no insurance. rob looked around confused and frustrated, and what was i doing? getting a good look at the dude and his car and memorizing as much info as possible for the cops. i tell you, i was pumped to give a description to the policeman, and even more thrilled to go down to the station with rob and help identify the dude's face.

there's something in my heart that wants to stick up for the little guy. i hate seeing people get bullied, picked on, or victimized. i hate seeing the innocent be manipulated, taken advantage of, and hurt. i pray that these feelings i have come not from a desire for vengeance, but for a heart that desires to be like Jesus. i pray that my heart seeks justice because it is a righteous reaction to the cries of the broken, damaged, hurting victims of others' selfishness. and i finally pray that i never lose sight of the fact that even those who act as agents of this pain are people who need to be loved like Christ just the same.

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