So it appears that the Americans have killed Osama bin Laden, in a daring raid, and have buried his body at sea with Muslim rites, says President Obama:
There are a lot of people out there who are very sceptical about this, and apparently the Americans are debating whether to go public with the photos of his body. The American public have been out on the streets, dancing and waving the Stars and Stripes.
I know I am not the only one who doesn’t want to be associated with that reaction. We too lost people in the bomb attacks of 7/7, but I am very relieved that we aren’t out dancing with our Union Jacks.
Those who live by the sword will perish by the sword … but as we used the ‘sword’ to dispatch him, I am unpleasantly aware that this may well mean us as well as those belonging to the Al Qaeda network. David Cameron is wise to caution us.
I am sure that those who lost loved ones in the attack on the twin towers, and in the London bombings, will feel a sense of relief, a sense that some justice has been done, that the brain behind the killings is finally out of action. And I for one cannot blame them. Relief, and a sense of justice, is fair enough.
But to rejoice over such a death? That leaves me with a sick feeling in my stomach.
‘Do not gloat when your enemy falls; when he stumbles, do not let your heart rejoice’ (Book of Proverbs, chapter 24, verse 17)
Those of us who pray need to do so now as much as ever, for our ‘enemy’ as well as for our own safety, for peace and for an end to violence and to the desire for violence.