Day 47: Celebrating

I will confess, I am not very politically savvy. I'm that girl, the one that Jay Leno would make fun of in his "man on the street" interviews. For example, I was in the doctor's office the other day reading an article about Hilary Clinton. In the article, they kept referring to her as Secretary Clinton. "Secretary Clinton?", I thought. Why do they keep calling her that?

Yes. I'm THAT out of touch! I remember her being offered the position, but I don't remember her accepting it. I remember her turning it down.

It's not that I don't care about political things, or world events. I guess I just pay attention to a different set of things. Some people are zealous about global warming, some about rescuing sex slaves, some about having clean water in the world, and some pay attention to political and world events.

They are all important.

Anyway, I find that I am somewhat unsure of how to respond to Osama Bin Laden's death. Perhaps I just do not understand the political ramifications of it.

I find it easy to believe there is justice in his death, but I find it difficult to celebrate his actual death. What set me on this path of thinking is that I called a family member this morning and when I asked her what she was doing, she said quite jubilantly, "I'm drinking coffee and celebrating Osama's death."

I've had many friends tell me that if I had lost someone in 911 I might not find it difficult to celebrate his death. But I just don't know.

All that to say, I think my struggle is in celebrating that someone, really ANYONE, would be spending eternity in hell. I just cannot find it in me to celebrate that.