Call me crazy, but I actually have really mixed feelings about the killing of Bin Laden. And I'm not comfortable celebrating the violent death of another human.
My wife told me the news last night while I was laying down with my sick daughter, trying to cool down the room and keep her head elevated so that she could breathe well enough to stop coughing and get a good night's sleep. Now, I can't help but wonder if we'd be this happy about his death if the media had ever played clips showing him playing with his grandchildren, or propping his own child to a position in which he could sleep.
Say what you will about whether or not he ever would have done such a thing, but the point still stands: the man was a human being and, by my beliefs, a fellow son of God. His death is a tragedy.
Even more tragic, however, is the fact that the necessity of his death existed (yes, I am admitting that it needed to be done). So for me, the victory is bittersweet--a tragic end to a tragedy of human existence.
On a happier note, many heartfelt thanks to those men and women who take on these challenges. Their work is precisely why I can let my sick daughter become my only care in the world--even when such big and important news is taking place. For that, I cannot thank them enough.
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