Last night snow fell softly upon the trees and grass, covering the fragile new plants which had sprung up under early springtime sun with downy white. We nestled up warm within the house. Children were read stories and tucked into bed. Tea was made. Covers pulled soft and cozy upon my lap.
I settled in for my nightly ritual. Reading, tweeting, blogging. The screen of my laptop lit up with a warm glow as a kitten settled at my feet.
What I read startled me.
There was a late- night announcement coming from our President.
The online world was pulsing with life, speculation and suspicion.
Rumors said an evil man had been killed.
For ten long years people had mourned and remembered. Over ten long years 100 billion was spent in the search. Through ten long years we speculated and waited as our Presidents promised, hunted and failed. After devastating loss was wrought on our country under the leadership of one man, so thousands of good men lost their lives in his pursuit. This was the moment we had been waiting for.
The President made his victory speech. Our world was shocked.
And revelry began.
Yet something felt amiss. The joy in Osama Bin Laden's death was empty, for in this defeat his spirit was damned. There were no more chances. No opportunities for his salvation. The Christian community was stunned. Battle broke forth. Do we have the right to kill our enemy? Do his wrongs make our actions against him right? And is it ever appropriate to celebrate another's death?
I don't know the answers, I have my opinions, But one thing is clear:
In our victory his soul was lost. And for that I mourn.