So, this may be completely unrelated to my pregnancy with Celie, but I have to get these thoughts out of my head.
Osama bin Laden is dead.
When I first heard the news, my mind began to race. What does this mean...for my family...for my country...for the world? Then the response from the masses. Many celebrated. Some joked. A few were publicly saddened (many of those people encountered some backlash for feeling that way).
I kept reading and re-reading the posts. Were these posts from my friends? Are people genuinely excited that a man is dead? I had this sinking feeling of, "I think we've got this all wrong..." or maybe just a feeling that we were made for more than that.
To me, it seems impossible to sum up how I feel about the death of a man in 140 characters or less. I mean, don't you find that strange? You post a status quickly and, in the amount of time it took you to decide what you wanted to say, you forget about it. Only one person has posted something about his death since Monday afternoon. I know some people must regret what they said. In fact, several people deleted what they posted the night before.
I'm not saying I have the answers here. I'm only left with questions. Does God want us to feel like that was justice? Is it right to celebrate or rejoice in the death of a person, no matter what life they decided to live? Do the actions of a person determine how or if we are supposed to love them? What will DJ & I teach Penelope and Celie about justice and love and mercy?
I hope that you are still wrestling with this like me.
