I'd love to take the kids to Shane Claiborne and crew's Jesus, Bombs, and Ice Cream..... But I don't live anywhere near Philadelphia and mefears that such an event in Tuscaloosa would earn nothing but the eggs, cat-calls, and really disgusting "God hates Muslims" comments that we heard when we had a few pro-peace demonstrations locally.
"No he doesn't!", Max screamed in reply.
"You're only saying that because you live in your little American coccoon," shouts Mark Tooley. "God hates everyone except those people who agree with me!"
Is it so wrong to hope, pray, and live for peace? I wish I could convince myself that none of this really matters and that the world just goes that way, but I know that those innocent little kids whose lives have been destroyed by all bombs and no butterflies would love to meet Max. I know they would love to live. And I can't put them out of sight out of mind because the worst crimes in the world have turned out to be those we ignored until they ripened to evil so absolute it pangs the heart, mind, and body. Live the love we have been given. Live the grace that frees us from the compulsions to agree with the world, seek its approval and its glory. Live the freedom that comes from your faith.
