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At any time I think our motives and emotions are mixed. At one level, I'm glad I wasn't there, either as a possible victim or spectator. At another, as an Australian I'm offended by this stupid man's evil actions, and the deadly and widespread fall out they will have, even though every other Australian had absolutely nothing to do with it. There's a furtive wish he'd been of some other nationality.
A couple of days ago I read that Erdogan, to score a few political points, seemed to want to threaten Australians and New Zealanders, despite the fact the mass murderer acted alone.
When next day I read Nigerian Christians were massacred by Nigerian Moslems, my sympathy waned a bit. When 9/11 took place, I was at first incredulous and appalled, and then irritated by the endless reruns on the news.
At one point just after the Second Gulf War the camera focused on two Iraqi women washing clothes in the (I presume) Tigris River and I was cheered by their laughter and light heartedness to each other. Then I saw them look at the camera and their expressions changed to what seemed wary anger, and I thought of the destruction they'd seen and had done nothing to cause.
When Pol Pot was in Cambodia, I felt for the people, and actually felt pleased when the Vietnamese went in and stopped him, despite their own persecution of Christians, when nobody else had the guts to do anything about him.
And most of all, having lived for a reasonable number of years, I realise there's nothing new under the sun, and these things will go on, and on, and on, until the final day of reckoning, and then, and only then, will they stop.
We blow with the wind when it comes to our emotions. People were dying all the time that Christ was literally walking the earth. He healed and raised a few, but He would not even have been told about most of them. Yet the only time He was recorded as shedding tears was when was about to raise Lazarus, a friend, from the dead. "Jesus wept" (John 11:33).
A couple of days ago I read that Erdogan, to score a few political points, seemed to want to threaten Australians and New Zealanders, despite the fact the mass murderer acted alone.
When next day I read Nigerian Christians were massacred by Nigerian Moslems, my sympathy waned a bit. When 9/11 took place, I was at first incredulous and appalled, and then irritated by the endless reruns on the news.
At one point just after the Second Gulf War the camera focused on two Iraqi women washing clothes in the (I presume) Tigris River and I was cheered by their laughter and light heartedness to each other. Then I saw them look at the camera and their expressions changed to what seemed wary anger, and I thought of the destruction they'd seen and had done nothing to cause.
When Pol Pot was in Cambodia, I felt for the people, and actually felt pleased when the Vietnamese went in and stopped him, despite their own persecution of Christians, when nobody else had the guts to do anything about him.
And most of all, having lived for a reasonable number of years, I realise there's nothing new under the sun, and these things will go on, and on, and on, until the final day of reckoning, and then, and only then, will they stop.
We blow with the wind when it comes to our emotions. People were dying all the time that Christ was literally walking the earth. He healed and raised a few, but He would not even have been told about most of them. Yet the only time He was recorded as shedding tears was when was about to raise Lazarus, a friend, from the dead. "Jesus wept" (John 11:33).
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