death in a time of love
yesterday was valentine's day. a day created to celebrate love.
yesterday i was at a wake. a fifteen-year-old boy from our church died the day before. natural causes. i stood at the back of the room, watching the mother sob quietly into her husband's shoulder. i saw the brother sitting beside his parents, struggling with feelings of loss.
i saw pain. it hung like a cloud over their family.
i fought back the tears as i watched them grieve.
then i saw friends and family hug and comfort the bereaved. i saw love. love as real as the pain. and for all the things that seem so wrong, here was something i knew was right.
yesterday a twelve-year-old boy died in a bomb attack in davao. three other people died in general santos, and another three in makati. bomb attacks. i felt anger well up inside me as i read today's news.
they seem so proud of their work. to kill a child - is that something to be proud of? can you honestly say to me that your god will be pleased with the pain and suffering you have caused an innocent in the name of religion? i believe in a god of justice. i believe in a god of love.
and to kill is not justice. to kill is not love.
what kind of god do you believe in?
and even if you do not believe in god... maybe, as part of humanity, you believe in love.
you want to be heard. bu you fail to understand - love transcends all languages. if you want to make a difference, if you want to have an impact... try love.
yesterday was valentine's day.
that day, i saw death in a time of love.
and love in a time of death.
yesterday i was at a wake. a fifteen-year-old boy from our church died the day before. natural causes. i stood at the back of the room, watching the mother sob quietly into her husband's shoulder. i saw the brother sitting beside his parents, struggling with feelings of loss.
i saw pain. it hung like a cloud over their family.
i fought back the tears as i watched them grieve.
then i saw friends and family hug and comfort the bereaved. i saw love. love as real as the pain. and for all the things that seem so wrong, here was something i knew was right.
yesterday a twelve-year-old boy died in a bomb attack in davao. three other people died in general santos, and another three in makati. bomb attacks. i felt anger well up inside me as i read today's news.
Abu Sayyaf spokesman Abu Solaiman told dzBB radio in an interview that the three bombings were "our Valentine's gift to her [President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo]."
"The defenders of Islam have struck again," he said.
"Our latest operations in Manila, Davao and General Santos, planned and executed with precision by the gallant warriors of Islam, is our continuing response to the Philippine government's atrocities committed against Muslims everywhere," he said.
they seem so proud of their work. to kill a child - is that something to be proud of? can you honestly say to me that your god will be pleased with the pain and suffering you have caused an innocent in the name of religion? i believe in a god of justice. i believe in a god of love.
and to kill is not justice. to kill is not love.
what kind of god do you believe in?
and even if you do not believe in god... maybe, as part of humanity, you believe in love.
you want to be heard. bu you fail to understand - love transcends all languages. if you want to make a difference, if you want to have an impact... try love.
1 Corinthians 13:13
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
yesterday was valentine's day.
that day, i saw death in a time of love.
and love in a time of death.
posted by super inday at 2:52 am
1 Comments:
that's a whole lot of bull from our fave local terrorists isn't it? must be tough being so cowardly.
yesterday was when i craved for something as abstract as peace.
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