I’m sure you’ve all heard the news by now, it’s all over the place. People outside the White House, the Pentagon, Ground Zero, Time Square, and countless other places across the nation are cheering because Osama Bin Laden is finally dead. Patriotism is higher than I’ve seen it in years and it seems like Mr. President has risen back into favor with the people. Me though, I am caught somewhere between the distant cheers and the cries of murder. I am sure this has brought unimaginable closure to the families of those killed in the attacks on 9/11 and for them I am glad. The part of me that ached for those orphaned children and widowed spouses and hated the ones who made that day infamous is out getting “God Bless America” tattooed on my forehead right now. Another side of me, though, is loathing the distant cheers, the fireworks, the sudden outbreak of red, white, and blue all over the place. Don’t get me wrong, I love my country and I love seeing her honored, but I cannot bring myself to rejoice in another person’s death, regardless of who they are. All of my life I have been taught that the love of Christ extends to all and that there is nothing we can do to separate us from it (John 3:16, Romans 3:23, 8:38). I do not understand how people who claim to live by this love can walk around saying things like "tomorrow is dress up day, we're all wearing bloody turbans." I do not understand how those who worship the God who raised sinners from the dead can celebrate the death of one of his children. It just doesn't make sense to me. One of my friends had a great facebook status that I just must share: "
Last night President Obama addressed the nation on the death of Osama bin Laden. You can watch that video here and decide what you think.
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