Flour-Dusted Justice
Father Gregory Boyle didn't march into East Los Angeles with a megaphone. He opened a bakery. For over thirty years now, Homeboy Industries has quietly employed former gang members — people the justice system wrote off long ago, people whose lives looked like bruised reeds bent nearly to breaking.
The streets expected force. Boyle offered flour-dusted aprons and a steady paycheck. One young man, fresh from a ten-year prison sentence, told a reporter he had never had anyone look him in the eye without flinching — until Father Boyle handed him a spatula and said, "Welcome home, mijo." No lectures. No conditions. Just a clean apron and the quiet dignity of honest work.
That is exactly the kind of justice Isaiah saw coming. God's chosen servant doesn't arrive shouting. He "will not cry out or raise his voice in the streets." He doesn't crush what is already crushed. He doesn't blow out the faintest flicker of hope still burning in a human soul. Instead, He kneels beside the broken and whispers, there is still something worth saving here.
Isaiah 42 tells us that the Almighty's way of setting things right looks nothing like the world expects. It looks like gentleness wielded as the most powerful force on earth — opening blind eyes, leading prisoners out of dungeons, and refusing to let a single smoldering wick be snuffed out.
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