My planned blog post for this morning has been postponed for another time. I will instead talk about what everyone else is: the new of the death of Osama Bin Laden.
For an hour last night, my eyes did not leave my television screen—as I’m sure yours didn’t either. When someone says the president has something to say, you listen and you listen intently. Before the official word came through that the announcement was Bin Laden’s death, I confessed to my roommates an irrational fear I have of the U.S. being taken over by a Muslim nation and in turn all of us being forced into arranged marriages.
Fortunately, this is not what President Obama had to say. Instead, he announced a great victory. A day I wasn’t sure would ever come. Years of hunting, plotting, digging, and they’ve done it. Hundreds are gathering outside the White House in D.C., singing the national anthem. Hundreds are gathering in their homes and feeling their loved ones who lost their lives in 9/11 are at least a bit vindicated.
Someone responsible for the deaths of many lives has lost his own.
A lot of my questions were answered in the ensuing half-hour of news coverage: where he was killed, who killed him, when, and how. So now I’m full of my own questions:
If death propels us forward, does peace stand a chance?
Or is peace only attained through death?
If so, how are such opposing forces in life so essential to each other’s existence?
I’m not sure if it’s possible to answer these questions on an earth that only knows war. We’re too much in it. Life here is cyclical: war then peace then war then peace…
An image of the cross—death that will be the reason for eternal peace—just came to mind. It’s helping.