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Last night, I was sitting in Jillian's room when we heard a lot of yelling. Jillian opened one of her window, so we could discern their words. They were yelling, "AMERICA!!!"
I can't really convince myself that it is okay to be so happy over killing. At the same time, I wonder if there will be a terrible backlash at our country, or whether there really should be a choice to be made: between being "American" and loving your enemies.
I don't know about the future's potential backlashes, but I do have some idea about the choice.
But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you (Matthew 5:44)
Verses like the one above are all over the book I read this spring break, The Heavenly Man by Brother Yun. Just yesterday afternoon, a friend mentioned this book. Sometimes, people stretched out Brother Yun's arms as if he was on a cross, or beat him with electric batons. He was consistently grateful for the pain, which I cannot come close to imagining, and so glad that he was persecuted, as Jesus was.
I can't see myself as a particularly brave person. But I think that hardship - pain, criticism, no matter the extent - is not in vain. After all, compared to the eternal...
I am so disappointed and sad to think about all the terrible implications of one person's actions. (I am about to use a lot of prepositional phrases. Just warning you.) But I think that choosing not to hate a man and celebrate his death is not equivalent to choosing empathy over supporting the people who suffer. Choosing to love all people is not equivalent to neglecting my country.
I know he is probably the least brotherly person ever. We have almost nothing in common. He committed terrible, terrible crimes.
Sometimes I lose sight of my first love: God. Because I wish everyone in the world would walk into Heaven before I might.
Yeah, even him. I'm crazy.
Well I don't know you at all. But I love you. You may disgust me to no end, but I know you must have some goodness. At least a little.
I don't really understand how any being can love you that much. But He does, SO much! I know that God has already figured out which path you want most and given it to you. Because He loves you so much more than any person can. So I love Him more than ever.
This is completely unrelated.
A friend told me, "That's what you do to guys. You wear them out." What does that meaaan?