My sister graduated from Clarion University Friday night. She is a nurse. Well. She still has to pass the state boards, technically, but she will. I couldn't go. I had to work.
Tim and I had a date night. We went out for dinner and then took strawberry shortcake to my mother in the nursing home. Dylan said, "Man. You guys know how to ROCK a date night.
Sunday, I went to church. A mother of a young man in Afghanistan spoke about her fear of reprisals in the wake of bin Ladin's death. I've been a little worried about my church. To be honest, I have not been there for a few weeks. It is becoming increasingly conservative. To hear that our president is listed in the Book of Revelations and is a sign of the end times bothers me. Revelations is a cryptic book. If I were so inclined, I could take any person I wanted and drum up 'evidence' that he is a sign of the end times in the book of Revelations. The church has become a hotbed of teaparty-like politics, and it began to seem, to my ears anyway, that my political beliefs disqualified me from belonging to my church, even though I know that I'm not the only one to hold them. Even Tim began to have misgivings.
Anyways, I digress. The mother spoke about her son, and our minister did mention that his initial jubilation that bin Ladin had been killed was squelched quickly when he saw people dancing and rejoicing in the street. He said, "I thought that was wrong." So did I. When I saw the pictures, I thought of the uneasiness that I had watching Muslims dancing in the street and rejoicing at some horrible event to befall us. What makes it any more right for us to behave that way? It doesn't. I thought of Jesus Christ, when the soldiers came to take him away, reaching up to heal the bleeding ear of one of them, rebuking his disciples trying to defend him. As Christians, we are, in my opinion, required to act like them. No matter what. I was glad that the minister spoke up. I was glad to hear murmurred agreement from the congregation.
I came home. I studied. Today, I will go to school, and I will study some more. And then I will go to work. When I go to bed tonight, I will sigh to myself, "Only eight more days and school will be done."