He will indeed avenge them speedily. I had a cousin, tormented by a stepfather with connections to organized crime. The man was scum, a controlling sadist that my aunt was too downtrodden by to leave, and she was blinded to the way this bastard was destroying her relationships to everyone in her family. Her son was driven nearly to suicide. One night, after a particularly bad episode, my cousin was committed for observation for 24 hours, and I heard about this from my grandmother. I excused myself from the meal for a moment, and made an entreaty to the Lord my God. I prayed for haste. Whatever my aunt's husbands end would be, either salvation or damnation, I prayed that it happen immediately. I didn't care which, but I NEEDED it fast.
The following morning, on my way to work, I passed my Grandmother at the kitchen table. "Tony died last night," she said to me. I laughed, out loud. I couldn't believe it. Not an hour after my prayer, he simultaneously suffered a heart attack and a grand mal seizure, and the combination sent him into a fall from which he also suffered a blunt head trauma on the coffee table, he was dead when the paramedics arrived.
This is just a story from a guy on the internet, but that was the moment that I knew, I KNEW that God was paying attention, and that He hated injustice and cruelty just as much as is possible, and only restrains Himself from righting it all because He doesn't want to violate the lives of the free minded people He's created. But he does not ignore their Pleas, and waits for them.
He will indeed avenge them speedily. I had a cousin, tormented by a stepfather with connections to organized crime. The man was scum, a controlling sadist that my aunt was too downtrodden by to leave, and she was blinded to the way this bastard was destroying her relationships to everyone in her family. Her son was driven nearly to suicide. One night, after a particularly bad episode, my cousin was committed for observation for 24 hours, and I heard about this from my grandmother. I excused myself from the meal for a moment, and made an entreaty to the Lord my God. I prayed for haste. Whatever my aunt's husbands end would be, either salvation or damnation, I prayed that it happen immediately. I didn't care which, but I NEEDED it fast.
The following morning, on my way to work, I passed my Grandmother at the kitchen table. "Tony died last night," she said to me. I laughed, out loud. I couldn't believe it. Not an hour after my prayer, he simultaneously suffered a heart attack and a grand mal seizure, and the combination sent him into a fall from which he also suffered a blunt head trauma on the coffee table, he was dead when the paramedics arrived.
This is just a story from a guy on the internet, but that was the moment that I knew, I KNEW that God was paying attention, and that He hated injustice and cruelty just as much as is possible, and only restrains Himself from righting it all because He doesn't want to violate the lives of the free minded people He's created. But he does not ignore their Pleas, and waits for them.