Last night, sometime between cleaning up after my sick daughter (Fun!) and going to bed, I meandered over to Twitter where I heard the latest breaking news: Osama Bin Laden was dead by the hands of American military forces.
I immediately flipped on to the news to learn more, but eventually muted the tv and went back to Twitter which, as it turns out, is much more amusing.
Case in point:
@BrettTurnerMusi: Can we go back to $1.75 gas now?!
@laurenlankford: I hope this many people tweet when I die.
@ezraklein: So does this mean I can keep my shoes on at the airport?
@mommyboots: Obama: “Osama Bin Laden is dead.” Twitter: “Yeah. We know.”
@OsamaInHell: Wait, what?
See what I mean? As I was enjoying a giggle or two and feeling kind of proud that the military had accomplished a goal a decade in the making, it happened: Tweets and Facebook statuses started passing out a heavy dose of Christian guilt. How could we rejoice in the death of a man? Better yet, how could we rejoice in the death of a man who most certainly will spend eternity in hell?
For the record, I wasn’t dancing around my living room in celebration or gathering in the streets with an American flag raised overhead, but I won’t deny it: I wasn’t sad that Bin Laden that had been killed.
Was that wrong? As a Christian, should I have mourned that another person had left this life without knowing The Truth?
Almost a year after 9-11, I remember thinking, “What would happen if Saddam or Bin Laden renounced their wicked ways and accepted the forgiveness of Christ?” Can you imagine the impact? Honestly, it sounded a little ridiculous–something that would never happen–but then I remembered: nothing is impossible with God. So, I began praying. I prayed that these guys would experience the redemptive love of Jesus and turn our world upside-down. Sadly, I have no reason to believe that those prayers were answered.