War. Why?
I cried on the way to work this morning.
No bawling, streaming tears.
But my eyes welled up and my heart was filled with sadness as I listened to Herold Noel tell his story on NPR.
Mr. Noel is a veteran of the Iraq war, struggling with his actions in battle. He is attempting to return to humanity and embrace the simple joys of life.
As I watch the events in London (a day after I posted on the attitude of al-Qaeda) and listen to stories like Mr. Noel's, I pray for the end to war. I wonder how people become so rigid in their attitudes that killing another human seems like a good idea. Then I think about how I deal with my kids and realize we all have some of that rigidity in us.
And I would be willing to defend our country from direct threat (which I understand al-Qaeda to be).
But it still makes me sad.
I want to say, "Sorry God. We don't get it yet."
No bawling, streaming tears.
But my eyes welled up and my heart was filled with sadness as I listened to Herold Noel tell his story on NPR.
Mr. Noel is a veteran of the Iraq war, struggling with his actions in battle. He is attempting to return to humanity and embrace the simple joys of life.
As I watch the events in London (a day after I posted on the attitude of al-Qaeda) and listen to stories like Mr. Noel's, I pray for the end to war. I wonder how people become so rigid in their attitudes that killing another human seems like a good idea. Then I think about how I deal with my kids and realize we all have some of that rigidity in us.
And I would be willing to defend our country from direct threat (which I understand al-Qaeda to be).
But it still makes me sad.
I want to say, "Sorry God. We don't get it yet."