Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Gori Hearts, Youth, and Oklahoma City...

While in Oklahoma City, we visited the memorial for the bombing back in '95. Remember that? They set up a sort of interactive museum so we could get a feel for the experience those in the building went through. One room was set up for a conference meeting with a speaker phone in the middle of the table. They closed the doors and a recording of an acutal business meeting from the day of the bombing began. A lady was talking out a list. You can imagine a group of business folks sitting there. And then you hear the bomb. You feel it. You hear the fear in the voices from those at the meeting as half their building was blown off.

I began to think. I began to feel (I guess the exhibit worked on me). The people who set up this bombing were filled with something we can't fully describe. What is that thing?--the ability to kill people and feel proud. What is it? Where does it come from?

I've been recently very influenced by Eboo Patel's book Acts of Faith. I guess I'd have to say that somewhere along the lines at a young age Timothy McVeigh and fellow bombers were taught to think this kind of thing is good. They were given passion. In a sense they were discipled into a story of hate.

I have two lingering thoughts:

1. We really have to think critically about the ways we teach and disciple young people. We have to be active in discipling them into a story of love.

2. Through the various exhibits, we were able to get a sense of how devastating this bombing was for the families of the 166 people who were killed. But a fellow youth pastor pointed something out to me. Bombings are happening all the time in Israel and Palestine. Just yesterday the people in Gori, Georgia were on a killing spree. We never set up memorials for them. We never cry for them. We never have moments of silence for them. And we always think of them and "them."

Lord, we pray. Give us hearts to feel the cries of those who have been killed in Gori and their families. Give us passion to be active in Your story of love. Let it be.


nick said...

let it we must learn how to feel that level of compassion...let it be

Tristana said...

Great work.