from Matthew, Chapter 5: “But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, 45 so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven; for He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. 46 “For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? 47 “If you greet only your brothers, what more are you doing than others? Do not even the Gentiles do the same? 48 “Therefore you are to be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect. “
Do we feel more deeply when it is our own citizens falling from towers, burning away in scorching flames?
Are their lives more valuable because they use day care, wear suits, and sip lattes at the local coffee shop?
What about those in bare feet on desert sands, caught in a swirl of civil unrest, or those steaming in the heat under colorless burqas, waiting for sons to come home, waiting for the sudden and shaking violence to end? Are our lives worth more than those?
For all the losses, tears. For all the pain, pleading? For all the fractured souls of earth, groaning. For all the war-torn and bleeding souls . . .
God, have mercy.