Yesterday = Rain, rain, rain. At least we didn't get snow here like we had potential for. And rain is good. But I appreciate it more when the rainy day involves my not leaving the house at all.
I was watching NCIS last night (I'm totally awesome at transition sentences).
Gibb's dad was trying to visit someone who saved his life during WWII. He was flying the wrong way and this pilot directed him in the right way. Gibbs had trouble believing his dad, couldn't find someone in his dad's squad with that name, etc. But then the dad told him it was a German pilot who had wanted to do something good to remember who he was. He wrote to Papa Gibbs (he'd moved to the US after the war) to say he was dying and all he could see were the faces of those he killed.
What really struck me was something Papa Gibbs said. I couldn't find the exact quote, but when Gibbs wondered why this German would help his enemy, Papa Gibbs said that they were the same. They were both flyers, up the air. They were brothers.
I love NCIS. It does, however, get a bit deep into a war is justified, protecting America is the goal at all costs, type of view. I'm not here to debate that, but let's just say I don't completely buy into that whole mindset.
(Still like America and am thankful that I live here. Don't hurt me.)
To hear that point of view from a show like this was...surprising. That maybe our enemies are not so different us as we would like to believe. Maybe those we are "supposed" to be fighting are human, are "good".
The thing is: I can understand the idea of fighting to protect your family, loved ones, way of life. I get it. I totally get the pull. I do.
But what I can't get over is that, no matter how bad someone is. No matter how twisted or wrong or demented they are, they are still human. God loves them, knows them by name, knows the hairs on their head.
How could I rejoice in that person's death if God loves them? How could I wish them dead if God loves them and desires for them to know Him?
That's where my struggle always ends up. I know me. I don't have some wonderful moral high ground because I haven't done any "really bad" things. Who can judge what person is good enough to decide who should live and who should die?
I'm not trying to say people can do what they want or that punishment/justice should not be done.
I think it has just become very easy to vilify the other side, the "enemy." They become less than human and easier to kill.
Just a few light reflections brought on by my favorite show.
(I probably had more I was going to say but I typed this last night and was interrupted because Nathaniel had a nasty teething bout and wouldn't stay asleep unless held and fairly upright. His congestion caused coughing so he wasn't happy. Let's just say I didn't sleep a ton last night.)
-Lisa
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