Most of us learned on either Sunday night or Monday morning that a very bad person was killed in a faraway country. He did a lot of wrong to a lot of people. And I guess maybe he had to go....but. There is always a but (or two) in the back of my mind when I think about this.
1. Is it actually okay to barge into a country without their knowing and killing people?
Honestly, I'm not so sure. No matter who they are or what they did, I don't think killing is okay in any situation.
2. When someone is killed (again, no matter who it may be), that means that they DIED. And death and killing are not things that should, in my book, be celebrated with dancing in Times Square or flashmobs outside dorm rooms in Illinois.
This whole situation makes me feel rather sick inside. But I have taken advice from Theological Nerd Alert and am currently watching the final episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender, which I am told provides some great insight on the use of violence (when it is okay, when not, who should use violence and against whom...). Theological Nerd Alert is one of the wisest and most faith-filled people I know. So I had to take him up on that suggestion, and it is making me feel substantially better about my state of mind.
Now to the fun part... Father Steinbecker dropped me off at The School I Have Yet to Nickname's back door, where I miraculously found FG! She was working artistically, sponge roller (yes, they DO exist) in hand and a MASSIVE Project on the grass in front of her. That Project started out as two sheets of muslin and now looks like Sherlock Holmes should be popping out from behind it.
That woman is magic in its most extreme form. And guess what?
We got to watch paint dry with each other. Mission accomplished.
p.s. You can check out FG's witty and wonderful blog here.
And guess what else? (Besides the fact that Father Steinbecker is an AWESOME nickname)
ReplyDeleteWe talked about this Killing of the Bad Guy thing while you helped me create Sherlock Holmes magic. And it was a good conversation.
Violence sucks. It makes me sad. And there is never a point in my life when I feel like celebrating a death.
Unless it is my own. In which case I want a case of glitter, three unicorns and some fireworks. You are officially in charge of this.