I Can’t Save Anyone From Injustice

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She had bruises on her neck that Sunday afternoon. My breath caught hard and I looked down to blink back tears. I wanted to just scoop her up and take her away to some place where this pain could never touch her again. But she is an adult and there are limits to what even law officers can prevent when someone returns to an abusive situation.

I quietly pick up her little boy, the one who she will save and protect with everything she has, even if it means calling me and letting me keep him for hours and days. “You can call the police or just come home with me,” I remind her, “you don’t have to stay here.”

She looks away and I know there is more holding her here than him.

I know that her love for her son is true and right.

I don’t know much else.

“I’ll keep your son safe,” I tell her.

She nods and rushes back inside.

My husband walks with me to the car. He helps me buckle in the little boy who is clinging to his stuffed animal and a bag of microwave popcorn. I ache. I can’t save anyone. Not really. Not with love, not with time, not with money or energy. I touch the blond curls that fall against the car seat.

All over the world men and women are charging into desperate situations, working for justice and setting the captives free.

When I first learned of the slavery and abuse in our world today, the way that men and women and children were forced to mark their souls with horror, I burned to help them. I burned to do something, anything.

And God spoke so clearly, marking my own soul with truth. It starts right here.

It starts with me being willing to walk up to the neighbor’s house and offer refuge and safety to the broken. It starts with me being willing to stand in a driveway in the middle of my town and have obscenities screamed at me because the father of the child I am helping is dead-drunk and I cannot leave until someone else arrives to help.

It starts with me learning to taste the dirt of the marred and the imprisoned who live right here, to stop protecting my neat-little-life from the messiness of a broken world.

I can’t save anyone. I can’t stop her from walking back into the house where she is being torn apart and misused. But I can open my doors to her and pray God’s grace into her and maybe, someday, she’ll walk through them.

There is no hope unless I try.

Photo Credit: Edwin Emerlich , Creative Commons

  • http://www.pursuethebeauty.com/ Natalie Nyquist

    Wow, Natasha. Thanks for writing this. I’m really short on words, but wanted you to know I read it and put a hand to your shoulder in thanks. Speaking as one who’s been on both sides–trying to fight for justice and also walking back into a bad situation thinking I had to–what you say here nails it.

    • http://www.natashametzler.com/ Natasha Metzler

      so glad, Natalie.

  • http://mashenahope.blogspot.com/ Nicole

    reminds me of the “do what you can where you are. . .” advice. It sounds all inspirational – but sometimes just doing “what you can with what you have where you are” means you leave knowing you can’t do everything

  • Chris Malkemes

    Powerful words from a powerful yielding heart. thank you

  • MsLorretty

    Yes. Yes. I know. We are only available…conduits of grace and an extra coat or a meal if need be. 24-7-365

  • Una Mulale

    Wonderfully and truthfully said.

  • pastordt

    Beautifully written, Natasha. Thank you so much.

  • http://gretchenlouise.com/ Gretchen Louise

    Beautiful, freeing truth.

  • Anonymous

    Such a very good article. I’ve got a good friend who has been seduced by her boss/landlord. She’s nothing more than his sex-toy, but she cannot see that. She thinks he loves her and she’s jealous whenever he sleeps with other employees and tenants.

    I’ve spent hours talking with her. I’ve had her talk to a friend who took legal action (and won) against her boss.

    I wish I could wave a magic wand and make her see the truth. But I have to be content with baby-steps: she’s called a social worker, she’s told her pastor, etc. She’s starting to talk about it.

    It’s frustrating that we cannot run people’s lives for them or fix them. But when you think about it, that’s why they are in this mess: They were never given any freedom, dignity or respect as kids, and cannot set boundaries now.

  • http://realrebekah.wordpress.com Rebekah Valencia

    I love this. I’ve realized lately how easy it is for people to be blind to those around them, to injustice and brokenness in the world. I admire greatly the way you’re stepping out to really love those whom Jesus loves. Thank you for being that example.