Heartbreaking

Be it on the radio during my drive to work, scrolling through my Facebook wall, or conversations I have engaged in during the last several days, the current militaristic conflict between the Israelis and Palestinians has been the dominant subject.  Sadly, I am woefully ignorant of the century-long intricacies woven into the region that has erupted in the recent firing of rockets.  Knowing this, I have tried to be a listener and reader rather than spouter of opinion or position.  I’m indebted to many who have written from a broad range of perspectives.  If you are interested in a few articles I’ve found especially helpful, I would suggest you try: this, this, or this. 

While attempting to remain concerned citizen of this planet, as opposed to an unnecessary voice separated by thousands of miles and a vast body of water, I will share a thought or two I have been especially taken with.  My initial consideration is that of a Daddy.  I never wish to know what it’s like to realize at any moment there is a real possibility that an explosive device could penetrate the walls of my house, smash into the bedroom where my little one sleeps, and literally blow him up.  I don’t even feel comfortable writing those words!  Then we see the palpable grief on television scarring the face of pain-stricken mothers and fathers who carry the bodies of their lifeless children from the rubble. 

Though all who may read these words will doubtless agree the slaughter of innocent children is heartbreaking, there may be some who feel one “side” of the conflict holds some moral or religious advantage.  I know my Country has long considered the Israelis a strong (and oftentimes) sole ally in that part of the world.  I recognize that some may interpret the Bible to teach a person, group, or country opposes Israel at their own peril.  That being said, in trying to be on the “right” side of this deadly conflict, I fear at times we risk forgetting that God is just as heartbroken by the death of a Hamas militant as a Jewish toddler.  John 3:16 and God loving the whole world is so much more comfortable in Sunday School than during conflict.  But if it’s not true in conflict, I think its validity may rightfully be questioned in Sunday School too. 

May the Prince of Peace bring peace, and my lives be spared.  May we remember that the Christ who was killed at the hands of the Jews and Gentiles continues to suffer with a groaning, violent world.