This weekend was a bit crazy. Buddy woke up at 5:55 on Friday morning. He and I watched the Royal Wedding together. He was more interested in his sippy cup of juice and his graham cracker than the wedding, but it was nice not to view it by myself. I thought it was lovely. Such a happy occasion, with two people that seem to genuinely care about one another, despite all the craziness surrounding the wedding. The bride was gorgeous. The ceremony lovely (although a little stuffy). The hats were hysterical. The images from the wedding made me smile throughout the weekend.
On Friday night, the mom's group from my church met up for a "Mom's Night In" where we planned to watch (or re-watch) the royal wedding. We got started at 8, but somehow managed not to even start the DVR until midnight. We had SUCH a great time together, laughing, sharing our struggles, praying for each other, realizing we're not alone in this crazy journey of motherhood. I didn't get home until almost 2 am. SOOOO worth it!
The rest of the weekend proceeded pretty normally for us. We ran errands, did some projects around the house and spent time with some friends. Sunday we went to church in the morning and choir practice at in the evening.
I woke up this morning, turned on the news to see the headline that Osama Bin Laden had been killed last night by US Special Forces. While I couldn't help but feel a small sense of relief at the announcement, it just seemed so opposite to the happiness that was embodied by the royal wedding. It was like a shock back into reality.
I've seen so many scenes today of people celebrating over this death. There were literally parties in the streets of NYC. I can understand the sense of justice being served, but my first instinct upon hearing the news wasn't to celebrate, it was to pray. While I understand the necessity of what our forces did, I still can't help but feel a little scared, knowing that retaliation will be imminent, and our troops are definitely in more danger today than they were yesterday.
The other thing that struck me is a little bit of sadness that another soul is spending an eternity in hell. Many say "he deserves it for what he did." But isn't all sin equal? Doesn't the bible tell us that ALL have sinned and fall short of the glory of God? In God's eyes, my own wretched deeds are just as bad as those of Bid Laden.
I've heard this verse in several places today:
"Do not gloat when your enemy falls;
when they stumble, do not let your heart rejoice,
or the LORD will see and disapprove
and turn his wrath away from them."
I'm really reminded today of how undeserving each and every one of us are of the sacrifice that Christ made on our behalf. I'm so blessed to have a personal relationship with the one and only God, who loves me more than I can ever imagine. He loves each one of us. Jesus died for Osama Bin Laden too. God loved Bin Laden just as much as he loves me. Too bad he never realized it.