Defend the Oppressed

Defend The Oppressed

Do you know any Facebook rabble rousers (I’m like a 90 year old woman on the inside)?

You know, the people who put stuff out there to see what people think, but just secretly love a good controversy?

I’ve got a couple on my Facebook feed, but I rarely give input.

But every once in a while I feel the need to interject. Sometimes as I watch the conversation, I don’t see smarter heads prevailing.

It’s not that I think I’m smarter or better than others, but come on, sometimes you just are. (slight note of humor)

This particular post asked a question about thoughts on gay marriage, and more provokingly a triple (not sure if that’s the right terminology) marriage.

The comments that followed included the following;



and the worst for last,

“First we gave them the right to vote. Then we let them were men’s clothes. Then we allowed them to take mans jobs. Then we let them in the government. Now were going to set back and let them love each other. Reminds me a lot of Sodom & Gomorah.”

Seriously, someone actually typed that. Wow.

I want you to look at a word with me; oppressed. It means to treat a person in a cruel or unfair way, or to burden spiritually or mentally.

I’m going to wager that if these poor women saw their wedding go viral on social media and realized the vile hate that people were posting about them as human beings that they’d well, feel pretty beaten down mentally.

But the problem that I see happening over and over again in my community, and more specifically, in the nearby faith communities is a rush to judgement and then a rush to exclusion and hatred as a bi-product of that judgement.

I’ve even seen Christians who would never purchase anything from a Muslim business because it would be supporting Islam. But I don’t readily see them asking every person they encounter what their religious affiliation is or whether or not they are homosexual before working with them.


Because they really only care about the things they see on the outside.

I live in a community with the second highest population of Somali refugees in the world.

These people have stories. They are oppressed. They have lost it all in the aftermath of war. They have been beaten down, and have suffered more than I can ever imagine.

Yet, when some of my Christian neighbors look at them and all they see is an enemy. They don’t know how, or what or when but somehow these Muslim people are going to try and take over our community. And don’t even get me started on how much tax payer money we are pouring into these people! (note tones of extreme sarcasm)

Let me tell you  a story.

This man was traveling and was beaten, robbed and left for dead.

His countrymen passed him and intentionally ignored his situation, not bothering to do anything to help him.

When all hope seemed lost a man from a neighboring enemy country came by.

Rather than leave a child of God dead on the side of the road, he decided to treat the beaten man as though he were precious. He chose to see the man, his enemy, as precious.

He took incredible care of him up and brought him somewhere safe. He promised to pay for whatever costs there would be in taking care of this man, despite the cultural climate of hatred.

Obviously I’m talking about the Good Samaritan, but do people even realize what this means? I am not going to extrapolate the context and meaning for you, let me break it down like this; get off you butts and put your reputation on the line to save the oppressed.

How about this one:

A woman was caught in an affair.

The religious leaders were ready to kill her. Literally kill her.

Jesus (basically) said this, “let the sinless have the first shot at her.”

Realizing that no one is sinless they all left.

The woman, grateful that Jesus had saved her, listened to His next instruction, “go and sin no more.”

Here’s what I want to point out; Jesus made himself relevant to this woman before ever uttering a single word to her.

He didn’t sit and talk with her to make sure she understood and would be ‘good enough’ for saving first. No, first he saved her life. He stood up for her in the presence of those who oppressed her, the religious.

That should be us people!! In church, on the street, on social media, we should be standing up for the oppressed.

When people post or say nasty anti-gay or racist comments, we should be there sticking up for these people, the oppressed.

Isaiah 1:17

…Defend the oppressed…

How About You?

What oppressed people do you see regularly that you’ve been walking past instead of caring for like the Samaritan?

Have you ever found yourself ready to stone someone with your words?


Love y’all!

Esther :-)

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