I came home from youth group last night with the intention to watch some trash TV and head to bed...I was anxious to see the showdown between Nene Leaks & Star Jones on
Celebrity Apprentice...As the show unfolded, I was kind of glad to see someone stand up to Star Jones (like I know her...), but I was highly uncomfortable with the physical tone the confrontation took...I thought Star Jones looked terrified & I wondered if Nene & Star were alone, if there wouldn't have been some fists flying...
So, I'm watching & Facebooking at the same (like you don't...) and started to see posts about the President making a speech....So, I did what everyone else did-- I went to Twitter & started to see the posts announcing the death of Osama bin Laden. As I had CNN on in the background, I began to hear their reports-- first in sketchy details, no one wanting to say anything for sure, but soon it was put on the screen and all we were waiting for was the speech from the President.
In that half an hour or more of waiting, I went through many thoughts...I have to admit that for a brief moment, I thought..."Good, now maybe we can find normalcy again." Which is silly-- we've found a new normal...and besides, what is normal anyway? I was transported to my dorm room in college where I first saw the planes hit the towers...And I remember the fear that rocked the country and the world that day...I remember the inner struggles that I had with anger, grief, fear, and even a sense of humility. As many will say, I will never forget where I was or what I was doing. I remember in the days following the attacks and the releasing of information finding it so comforting when professors cancelled classes as usual & opened opportunities to reflect, reject, share, and be...
And of course all of the acts that would follow-- the bombs released, the declarations of war, the increased security measures, the color system...This is what became the new normal. I think about this when I talk especially with younger folks-- children/tweens/teens...For them, this is normal-- some are too young to remember or know what happened on September 11th, much the same way that I don't remember when Kennedy was shot or WWII....we live in the next day-- we live in what has become the new normal.
And even in that brief instance of feeling some kind of relief, although I'm not sure that's what it was...My first instinct was to pray for peace. St Francis of Assisi's words "Make me an instrument of your peace..." where the first words to flood my mind as I listened, watched, & tweeted with tears in my eyes. Honestly, I still don't know what kind of tears they were...
And then came the responses-- some people overjoyed, some celebrating, some reflective, and some angry...There were of course the jokes that broke the tension of requesting death certificates & even chuckles that this announcement cut into
Celebrity Apprentice...And I was frozen by many of the responses...It seemed that I all I could do was Re-Tweet beautiful words that I was seeing or like statuses that seemed to reflect what I was thinking...
And after the speech when CNN cut to the crowd gathered outside of the White House singing
We Are the Champions...I was appalled....I couldn't believe what I was seeing & hearing....I thought that I was seeing some of the video from times when other countries were celebrating in a demise of the United States or another enemy country...I couldn't bring myself to believe that this was happening in my home. And at the same time I wasn't surprised at all...And it broke my heart to realize that.
There have been many eloquent posts made about this...Some quoting Scripture brilliantly...Some quoting Scripture in awkward or harmful ways...Some reminding of our need to pray and not celebrate the death of another human being...And others acknowledging how gray this issue is. And I don't know that I have anything to add other than my own story & my own acknowledgement of what I feel...
Which is a deep, profound sadness...It's an anger, but I'm not sure at who, particularly...Perhaps just the broken world in which we live....I suppose in some ways there is a fear of what will come next...And it is a prayer for peace (is that a feeling?)...It's an odd feeling...
But most of all, when I woke up this morning, I wondered if today would be different...I wondered what normal will now feel like...And I have to admit, I didn't watch The Today Show every moment, but what I did was covering the stories of the Royal Wedding & celebrity interviews....And I felt lost...How can we go back to a sense of what normal was before last night? This is not the new normal-- it feels like a denial of the new normal...But, what is the new normal?
I don't want to live in a world of more fear...I don't want to live in a world with more anger....I don't want to live in a world with more sadness....But, then again, who does?
I don't want to live in a black & white world....even though there are times that would be nice...
But I do want to live in a world that treats every human being as an individual of sacred worth...A world that strives for peace...A world that seeks to love their neighbor as themselves...A world that puts justice above revenge...A world that loves...A world that in so many ways is the Kingdom of God fully realized...
And I'm grateful for grace for those times when I fall short & rely on fear, anger, and revenge...
"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying we are born to Eternal Life. Amen."