I love hockey. I hate the fighting.
Okay, that’s not completely true. I don’t actually mind the fighting all that much. I understand why they do it. My brother taught me about it at the first Nashville Predators game I attended: It’s about keeping people in check. If you cross the line with one of my teammates, I’m going to kick your ass.
If the energy of the hockey game shifts to the other side, a little physical aggression can allow a team to take it back. I certainly prefer that they don’t fight, but I don’t lose sleep over it when they do. What turns my stomach is the people in the stands cheering them on.
I feel the same about the celebration over the murder of Osama bin Laden.
All of this just makes me cry. I understand why we did it. I can even see that he had it coming, in a there-are-always-consequences-for-our actions sort of way. He did some things that caused tremendous amounts of pain here in the United States of America and the same multiplied endlessly in other parts of the world. He needed to be stopped. I’m even grateful he can’t hurt people any more.
I love this country. I love this country. I love this country. I do. I deeply love this country.
We just can’t celebrate.
When you celebrate murder, some part of your humanity is being oppressed by your fear.
You might as well hold your machine guns high up in the air and praise God, which is what horrified me the most in the post 9/11 news coverage. Same. Same. Same. This entire situation – the war, the oil, the whole response to terrorism – caused far too much damage to relationships, property, and life for us to celebrate.
I am grateful he’s dead. We just can’t celebrate.
We are not champions. We are murderers of murderers… and many other innocent people, including American soldiers. We’ve stopped a man who did many awful things but we are not winners.
I will leave you with this:
“There is a power in love that our world has not discovered yet. Jesus discovered it centuries ago. Mahatma Gandhi of India discovered it a few years ago, but most men and most women never discover it. For they believe in hitting for hitting; they believe in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth; they believe in hating for hating; but Jesus comes to us and says, “This isn’t the way.” – Martin Luther King Jr.
Yes, rub your eyes and read it again. I just pulled some Jesus on you, via Martin Luther King, Jr. Yes, I did.
Peace, people. We have to choose it… for ourselves, within ourselves, with ourselves. It is only then that we will be able to bring peace forward into the world.