I stared numbly at my laptop this morning, watching reports of terrorist attacks in
Paris Orlando fill the screen
Immediately the chatter began. Discussion of whether our nation’s leadership is doing enough, whether these acts truly represent Islam, how to respond going forward…all those arguments that you either want to flee or are all too eager to join.
Instead, I took refuge in praying for the families of the victims.
But later, I logged on to my Facebook account, hours after the tragedies…and was hit with an entirely new wave of grief.
Pictures of American military equipment assembled in rows with captions like “ISIS is doomed”…cartoons of American power symbols making their way overseas…snapshots of U.S. troops offering ominous proclamations to the Islamic State. The grim ill will echoing from the post-9/11 era, the hyper-patriotism that seems to go so naturally hand-in-hand with American Christianity.
Perhaps I have changed over the years, for I found myself aghast.
And struggling to reconcile it to the words of Jesus: