It’s been roughly nine hours since the news broke about Osama bin Laden’s death. I happened to have been checking into Facebook after watching Game Of Thrones just as the news came out and then stayed to watch the global reaction.
The first status updates (hereafter:SUs) were blunt and to the point. “Osama bin Laden is dead.” It was repeated so often it became almost a mantra. Then the SUs got longer. He’s dead and we’ve confirmed it with DNA and yes, we’ve got the body. The next thing–and I swear this is true–is that nine people made the exact same joke about death certificates.
The first partisan sniping came from someone I didnt expect it from, and I decided to just unfriend that person. By the end of the night, however, it became clear that SUs in this situation were a good litmus test for people’s character. I was truly blessed by a lot of them, extremely troubled by several more.
It was exactly a week ago that many of us were talking about another Middle Eastern man executed for his terrorist crimes against a superpower.
That man didn’t start out guilty and didn’t stay dead. That man brought hope to billions, life where there had been only death.
It’s because I believe in the divinity of that other man and the teachings he espoused that I cannot rejoice in the death of the war criminal Osama bin Laden.
bin Laden was a son of hatred. His life was an earthly travesty of death and destructon and discord. He brought blood and chaos wherever he went. It’s only human to want to be glad that he’s gone.
But his master ISN’T gone. And i figure the best way to combat Satan is to throw my lot in with that other Middle Eastern man. The one who preached true revolution. So i won’t rejoice at bin Laden’s death. Instead I choose to rejoice at Christ’s life.