Osama Bin Laden is dead.
When I first heard the news, I'll admit that my immediate reaction was a huge sigh of relief. He's gone. He's dead. He can't hurt any more people. I proceeded to run downstairs, saying excitedly, "Turn on the TV! He's dead! He's finally dead!" I felt like one of the munchkins from the Wizard of Oz, singing, "Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead." At first, I was so very excited.
Although I never personally knew anyone who died on 9/11, I was still hugely affected by that attack. I was nearly nine years old at the time and I was old enough to understand that something very, very cruel and inhumane had just occurred, but I was too young to truly understand what was going on. He killed all of those people, so why would he not kill me? I was terrified that Bin Laden -the evil man on the television- would come after me and my family next.
Osama Bin Laden represented all of the fear I felt for two terror-filled years of my childhood. I had panic attacks as a nine year old girl that sent me to the emergency room. My insomnia began around that time. I wouldn't go outside. I wouldn't eat or drink for fear of anthrax poisoning. Whenever I heard a plane fly overhead, tears would fill my eyes. Of course Bin Laden wasn't the sole cause of the Twin Towers attack, but because he was such a leader, in my young mind, he represented everything horrible and frightening and inhuman about what was going on in the world. Even for years after, an image of his face would send cold chills down my spine.
So why am I not glad he's dead?
After watching the news with my family, when I went back upstairs to my bedroom, I sat down and burst into tears because an image of my Savior flashed through my mind. Jesus Christ, sitting in heaven with tears streaming down His scarred face. After He suffered and died for every person on earth, yet another of His children will spend eternity in hell. Despite how many people Osama Bin Laden murdered... despite how many lives were destroyed because of this man, Jesus still died for him. Jesus gave His life for Osama Bin Laden. And now Bin Laden's soul will burn in hell for eternity.
Did he deserve it? He certainly did. Do I deserve such a thing? Yes. Yes, I do.
A tear rolls down my cheek as I write these words. I never, never thought I would cry over the death of Osama Bin Laden.
Right now, nearly everyone I know is rejoicing over the death of Osama Bin Laden and for a little while, I was too. In my mind, the last piece of that part my life is finally gone. No more destruction at the hands of Bin Laden. But I can't rejoice at the death of the man anymore.
Osama Bin Laden was created and cherished by God. He turned away from God's plans, and I'm sure that must break the Lord's heart.
We may be rejoicing down here on earth, but surely, surely Jesus is mourning. His child is lost for eternity.
After a long, rambling, and probably purposeless blog entry, I've come to a final thought. I will rejoice that no more destruction will come at the hand of Osama Bin Laden. I'm so glad he can do no more damage and will shatter no more lives. But I ache for the lost soul of a fellow human being. And I ache because surely the heart of Jesus Christ -the One who suffered and bled on a cross for those like Osama Bin Laden and me- is aching too.