After what happened in Paris, I think many of us are struggling with getting back to the equilibrium we once had in our life. It seems that every time when things like this happened, my heart comes to a pause and raises the why question to people around me and to Jesus in my prayer. Although each time answers have been provided to me by brothers and sisters who are strong Christians, my heart is still seeking for more. I don’t know exactly what it is. Perhaps, deep in my heart, I just think He could have destroyed ISIS in a second and wiped them all out. I even thought about having every civilian in Syria move out of that country and then we just bomb that whole group. Too naive and simple. I am glad I am not in a leadership position:)
The message below is from a husband who lost his wife during the attack. You can also watch it on BBC http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-34862437
My thought after watching this is: although we could not completely understand this world and our creator, we do have the opportunities to choose to live a life poured out with live by taking care of our family and those around us. Like he said in his message to the terrorist:
“I don’t have any time to devote to you. I have to join Melvil (his son) who is waking up from his nap. He will eat his meals as usual and then we are going to play as usual”.
The ability to love and to pray itself is a miracle from God, because in order to do this, our spirit has to be connected with the Holy Spirit. Before I stepped out the house this morning, I prayed with my mom. We prayed for my dad, Paris, China, and our friends. I have such as sense of peace as I step out because I know with the power of Jesus, my family will always have the ability to love, regardless of the circumstances. More and more I come to understand why Jesus said he left his peace with us, not other stuff, like money. At the end of the day, that is what matters. That peace eradicates all fear and that peace keeps us going.
Here is the message from the husband who lost his wife.
“On Friday night you stole the life of an exceptional being, the love of my life, the mother of my son, but you won’t have my hatred.
I don’t know who you are and I don’t want to know – you are dead souls. If this God for which you kill indiscriminately made us in his own image, every bullet in the body of my wife will have been a wound in his heart.
So no, I don’t give you the gift of hating you. You are asking for it but responding to hatred with anger would be giving in to the same ignorance that made you what you are.
You want me to be afraid, to view my fellow countrymen with mistrust, to sacrifice my freedom for security.You have lost.
I saw her this morning. Finally, after many nights and days of waiting. She was just as beautiful as when she left on Friday night, just as beautiful as when I fell hopelessly in love over 12 years ago.
Of course I’m devastated with grief, I admit this small victory, but it will be short-lived. I know she will accompany us every day and that we will find ourselves in this paradise of free souls to which you’ll never have access.
We are two, my son and I, but we are stronger than all the armies of the world.
I don’t have any more time to devote to you, I have to join Melvil who is waking up from his nap. He is barely 17-months-old. He will eat his meals as usual, and then we are going to play as usual, and for his whole life this little boy will threaten you by being happy and free. Because no, you will not have his hatred either. “