I can come to only two conclusions today: one is that Terry Jones is a murderer; and two is that if there is a God out there, this cannot be what he wants.
That’s the only conclusion you can come to after his supervision of a Qur’an burning on March 21th led directly to today’s murder of UN staff members in Afghanistan.
It’s important to know that both sides here are guilty. Jones is a murderer because he knew his actions would provoke this type of response. He knew that there was at least one Islamic moron who would take the bait and prove his nonsensical theory about the Qur’an. And the Afghan protesters who reports say have killed eight foreigners, two by beheading, are no better. They two are murderers.
Somewhere God or Allah or Yahweh – he or she is weeping.
The sad thing is that I know someone’s going to take offense to that statement. I’ve experienced it firsthand back in university, when the paper for which I was editor-in-chief, ran a cartoon that showed a Christian depiction of God (watching Highway to Heaven, of course) on the phone. The text? Something to the effect of “Allah, it’s God. Have you started your world yet? Me neither.” The punch line was, to paraphrase, that it was a little known fact that God slacked off for six days and crammed on the seventh.
The sucker punch came shortly after. You see, apparently some of the Islamic students at our school were adamant that depicting two versions of God was an insult to them. There were other issues involved, but needless to say, it got ugly.
And what was sacrificed was common sense and common courtesy.
I’ll admit I’m not religious, but I’m very respectful of religion. I think that comes from the fact that it’s not that I don’t believe in something – I just don’t believe in any of the organized religions that are out there now. I also believe that my right to not believe is just as valid as your right to believe, should you choose to do so.
I also believe that no God (not even the bad-ass vindictive one from the Old Testament) would want people killing in its name.
Most religions and belief systems promote tolerance, understanding, and love. Somehow that gets twisted around. From Christians who pick and choose which parts of the Bible remain valid based upon their own narrow-mindedness (Gay? Punishable by death – God says so! Oh, eating shellfish and mixing linen and wool? Pork? Uh, well, yeah, those don’t count. That’d be crazy) to those who bastardize the Qur’an in order to justify killing innocents, there are plenty of people who give God a bad name.
Terry Jones is just the latest. Like the people from the Westboro Baptist Church, I can only hope their time of judgment will come.
I’ve been asked if I fear going to Hell if I was wrong about God and my answer is always, “No.” Simply put, if whichever God is at my final destination is going to take vile representations of humanity and purveyors of hate such as Jones and the aforementioned Muslim extremists over me – a man who is trying to do right by his family and generally live a good life, one that’s courteous to and respectful of others, well then that’s a God that I don’t want to hang with.
The good thing about not being attached to a religion is that I don’t have to pay lip service to forgiveness. I hope the Gods are watching what happens down here and I hope they are fully aware of what extremists on all sides are doing to his or her name.
And I hope that justice fits the crimes these people have perpetrated on humanity.