Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Osama is dead...and...

By the way, just a thought about Osama's passing.

I don't really care to see a picture of him dead. The SEALs say they got 'im; that's good enough. Besides I only saw pics of him before - I didn't know the guy alive; how would I recognize a picture of him dead? What a waste of time and resources. But my point here is twofold - my two main reactions to his death.

I am not rejoicing or celebrating his demise in any way, shape or form. I'm actually kinda saddened. Because another soul has gone to Hell. And because of the people who ARE celebrating. Many are people whom I respect and even family members. As I heard someone posted to Air1's face book that puts us as guilty of hate as the terrorists. I don't hate them. I pity them. Killing someone is not good. It may be necessary, and the resulting effects may be good, but killing a human, in and of itself, should never be cause for us to celebrate. But, no, I don't celebrate his death. Jude 1:9, "But Michael the archangel, when he disputed with the devil and argued about the body of Moses, did not dare pronounce against him a railing judgment, but said, " The Lord rebuke you!" I rejoice in the effect that his death may save others' lives, no doubt. I rejoice in the hope that maybe, just maybe, we have weakened his terrorist organization. But the realist in me says, "Unlikely".

Which is my second point. Are the terrorists going to avenge him? My initial response - I don't care. Oh, I guess they might. But really, every day we don't know if terrorists are going to decide today is the new "9/11" and I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm already security-conscious, and practice various methods of personal security, and am as ready for any disruption as I can be, whether man-made, weather, whatever. I categorically refuse to let terrorists control my behavior in any way. Terrorists are punks, cowards, spineless mewling children, throwing temper tantrums because they can't have their way. Terrorists are not soldiers. I understand someone defending his country, whether or not he wears a uniform - most of the revolutionary soldiers didn't have uniforms. I understand taking an invading army under fire INSIDE THE BORDERS OF YOUR COUNTRY. I do not understand attacking women and children, and unarmed people of any degree. I do not understand sneaking bombs on commercial planes or walking into a shopping area wearing a C-4 vest and a detonator. I do not understand counting on fear and terror as a weapon wielded against people who have done you no harm. Terrorists only have the power that we give them, by fearing them. I serve a God who says His Love casts out all fear. I have no fear of terrorists. I also have no respect for them. I will not change any aspect of my life because of what they MAY or may not do. They would better change their plans for what I WILL do if they show their ugly mugs 'round here.

Maybe if we gave all of our spec ops' groups hunting licenses we'd have less terrorists to worry about. Ever hear the song "March of Cambreadth"?

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