I was going to blog about something completely different, but then we got Osama Bin Laden! I felt I needed to address that big news before going on to something more normal.
I actually had just woken up (again, sleep and I are frenemies) and was in the restroom when I heard on the television in my parent's bedroom what sounded not like the evening news but some sort of breaking coverage. So I paused and listened... and heard them say we had Osama Bin Laden's body! I was able to go in there and watch the President's speech.
When I got online I was greeted on facebook with a friend of mine saying she felt bad to be 'excited' about his death. That was good to see, because I was feeling the same way. I am happy we got him. I am happy that the families that Al Qaeda has torn apart can have some justice. But I also feel guilty being happy at the death of any human being.
When President Obama said in his speech about how we remember the 9/11 victim's family, I thought about a girl I went to college whose sister was killed. I don't know if she reads this blog, but in freshman politics our professor had us go around the room and tell where we were the morning of 9/11 and when it came to her she revealed her sister had died. I have never forgotten and never will... I still pray for you and your family when God brings you to mind, if you are reading this.
And I remember just a few months ago seeing the Monmouth County monument when I visited NJ a few months ago. Where I am from in NJ had the most people killed. I didn't know anyone personally, as I moved when I was seven, but my grandmother does, and so do many others I do know from that area.
And I think not only about them, but I think of the USS Cole and the African embassy. And I think about the attacks on our allies as well. And, of course, almost ten years of war and all those affected by that, from enlisted military, their families, civilian contractors, and the peaceful citizens of Iraq and Afghanistan who have lost theirs lives from being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Wow, Mom just walked in. She's watching the news coverage in her room and she says that apparently he's been living in a mansion all this time. A mansion! Here we thought he was roughing it in caves...
Anyway, as one who has the Holy Spirit in me, I do cry out for mercy... but I also am pleased with justice. I pray for everyone who reads this, and yes, this didn't really conclude in any sort of concrete way... but my reaction to this is too fresh to be concrete anyway. God bless you all.
I actually published this but then I went over to facebook and saw a friend had just posted this verse: "" And I thought 'exactly' and had to go unpublish it and add to it. That was definitely God saying 'hey. Pay attention!'
I had thought of another verse earlier too. 'He that lives by the sword dies by the sword.' That is very apt in this situation. If you don't remember the situation, our innocent Lord was about to be taken off to his violent death on the cross, and Peter stepped in and cut off the ear of one of his would-be captors. Jesus stopped him, healed the man's ear, and told him not to do that, saying 'He that lives by the sword dies by the sword.' Our God hears our cries for justice, and has given it to us. Just let's be careful we're not living by the sword of worldly violence, but by the sword of the Spirit spoken of in Ephesians 6:17: "Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God." That's a sword worth dying by!