Every now and then someone in my town does something worthy of an exuberant “Yes!”

The year of the COVID pandemic was tough on many families we knew. My own sister’s husband took a huge demotion in order to save his job.

When government funds were handed out, their situation was overlooked. They barely had money for food and nearly lost their home. It wasn’t just. The poor, elderly sewing teacher we knew didn’t qualify for government funds either. People everywhere began to fall into the cracks.

But God sees into cracks! And justice came.

It came in free lunches for public school children all summer and all school year, whether they appeared to qualify for them, or not.

Justice came from our church when they matched retirement home residents to local families, giving back the social interaction that COVID stole when their facility was closed to visitors.

Justice came to my cousin when her church rewarded her volunteer work by covering her rent after COVID extinguished her job.

Justice came from our library as they handed out mystery book boxes, free online classes and craft supplies.

Justice shone some brightness into the cracks these people had fallen into. And for those of us noticing, it produced an exuberant “Thank You, God,” filling us with unexpected joy.