I was greeted this morning by a face book message saying a friend was safely accounted for after the “Paris Terror Attack”.
My mind went into free fall. Oh no not again! There are times I wish my mind was not quite so agile. I scan the news, 120 dead (and counting) Suicide bombs and automatic rifles… My mind kicks in again – that’s just the dead, for them it’s finished, there’s the grieving families left behind, worse – the injured. My mind’s already doing stats – general percentage death to injury. As the pictures of screaming victims, severed limbs, disfigured faces and bodies kick in my mind has already leapt ahead – this means reprisals!
It means anger, hate, further attacks pushing the moderate Muslims (who, like us, just want to live in peace) further into the militant camp. This means more hate, more aggression, more killing, more injury, more orphans.
My suspicious mind jumps one more step, Friday the 13th. -obviously chosen for its significance … but that would make no sense to a Muslim mind. They would not choose that day over another…
It must have been carried out by Muslims (even the best CIA operatives would not volunteer as a suicide bomber.- even they are not that crazed.) So why Friday 13th? There’s got to be another factor in this mix, but what?
The reports of automatic weapons also raise questions – you can’t exactly sneak one of those under your coat – how did they get them in – hmm seems the killers might need inside co operation of some kind. If so those folks are still at large. Too many questions, the greatest of which is, “How can this end well?”
At times like this I take refuge in my own faith that God sees all, every heart.
I imagine a God of love taking one of these bombers by the hand and, tears in His eyes, showing them how deluded they have been. I imagine the terrible anguish of soul when realization dawns that their idealism has been manipulated by evil, the horror of the chain of destruction they have been part of. I cannot feel anger towards them, only deep, deep sorrow. They are as much victims as those they destroyed.
Hate begets hate, aggression begets aggression. Long ago God gave this creation into our hands to choose between good and evil, to choose the good becomes harder and harder, often requiring a great degree of courage.
I’m glad God is the judge in all this and not me. I await in hope that one day, when the time is fulfilled He will intervene and at last we shall have peace, and those that truly sowed these seeds, whoever they are, find their retribution.