It’s September 11th. For us Americans, many of us tell each other where we were when we got the news that the towers had been hit. “I was in class when someone got a text from their dad.” Or “I was at work when someone came in crying.” I remember that morning so vividly. That afternoon was one punch in the gut after another. And then night came and it seems to me that we all felt some sense of emptiness, whether we were with family or friends. There was still some level of emptiness that we could not shake in the still, quiet end of a horrifying nightmare of a day. What do we choose to fill that emptiness?
I’m a Christian, which is to say I’m a failed human in many respects. Revenge is a very human desire. I think every great human is good at revenge. But I’ve tried living by human standards and it has only led to misery and pain in the end. So I’ve surrendered my life to God’s ideas of what living in this world should mean. I’ve found that God prefers that He judge others, rather than have us humans running around the world and doling out judgment. If we’d leave it up to Him, how many more lives would have been spared on September 11th, 2001 and on every day since then? God’s not fair. He refuses to give me a pass to fill up emptiness with evil, even when it makes so much sense.
So here I sit a human and a Christian. So wanting revenge. And so wanting to be cleansed of the hatred I felt for others. What’s so funny about peace, love and understanding?