I am imperfect. I am flawed. I desire to be like Christ yet my humanity is repeatedly triumphant. None of these things should surprise anyone.
Which brings me to a confession.
I’m glad Bin Laden is dead. Glad. Not sad.
And while I, too, cringe slightly at the sight of those cheering masses of people gathered in front of the White House tonight, I have to admit my first reaction to the news of Bin Laden’s death was to do what I called my “happy dance.”
But justice is like that. It’s a really messy part of life.
My facebook news feed has been an interesting dichotomy tonight. Some wanting to shoot off fireworks to express their joy. Others embarrassed by how their countrymen are seemingly celebrating murder in any form. Some for whom the events of 9/11 unfolded on televisions thousands of miles away. Others for whom the painful memories were and are much more real.
Justice isn’t always pretty. It’s almost never nice. But it often provides a measure of comfort. So while rejoicing in death seems unpalatable, celebrating the balm of justice is exhilarating…perhaps especially to those who lived 9/11 upclose-and-personal.
So God, forgive me for being glad that Bin Laden is dead. For my mind can never comprehend your immense love that covers even this vilest of human beings.
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by Monica on April 29, 2011
This week has been a tragic week for so many in my beloved South. And my heart aches at the sight of the pictures and videos I’m seeing of the devastating aftermath of horrible storms. I have watched and wept as the images rolled across the screen. I continue to pray for healing and restoration for the families who lost so much.
I tried not to care so much about Kate and William’s nuptials, because it felt somehow disrespectful. I am, however, a pathetic anglophile and hopeless romantic. The combination left me weak. I succumbed. I caved. The fairytale beckoned.
For a couple of hours, I let myself be the starry-eyed little girl in awe of Kate’s beautiful dress. I catch myself whispering aloud that Prince William is so painfully handsome. I pray they get the elusive happy ending his tortured mum did not. And I wallow in the glory of that music.
I also leave you with a few random observations.
- I so wish we’d peppered our ceremony with the use of the words “beseech” and “betwixt.”
- Thanks to a full week of watching much BBC, I now feel quite fluent in all things British. Perhaps I shall adopt the accent and make “bloody” my go-to adjective.
- Little choir boys are so cute, I can barely stand it. I don’t want a puppy. I want a pet choir boy. With a ruffled collar, please.
- Hats are extraordinary accessories…especially the ones worn by Beatrice and Eugenie. And I love the word “extraordinary” pronounced “extrORdinry.”
- I miss Anglican church music. Keep your praise band. THIS is the stuff that makes my heart soar closest to that of my Creator.
Lovely diversion. Thank you, Engand.
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