Son Like Father....I hope.
April 3, 2015, 10:00 AM

     I had to go to Abilene Thursday morning and didn’t listen to much news before I left the house. I listened to the radio on my way and heard the news. I had never heard of Garissa University College, I have now. It’s a small teacher training school located in Garissa Kenya. The reporter said at least 147 are dead, with that number expected to rise. According to other reports, the attackers went through the dormitories asking the students if they were Christian or Muslim. They shot the Christians and let the Muslims go. The terrorist group, Al-Shabaab, has taken credit for this latest attack.  It just breaks your heart.

     As I listened to the radio people began to call in. Nearly everyone they put on the show was understandably angry, another example of senseless killings. Most of the calls were demanding some kind of retribution, some kind of pay-back. As I listened I really wanted to agree with the anger. Don’t misunderstand me, I believe the Kenya police have every right to track down those responsible for these murders. But I wonder how does God expect us to react?

     Jesus’ teaching on how we treat our enemies is clear and well, downright hard. “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’  But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven” (Matthew 5:43).

How to you love people that do things like this? I don’t know, but He did.

     Paul would write some time after Jesus’ teaching, “while we were God's enemies, Christ died for us.” For me the problem is not that I don’t know how to treat my enemies, I just find it hard to do it. For me it begins with actions that I know are helpful and beneficial to them regardless of how my heart feels. I can do for them what I do for those I love, pray and provide. I hope that’s what Jesus meant when he told us to “lay up treasures in heaven” if I do that, maybe somewhere down the road hearts will be softened, and my heart will come along. I know that’s what I need. I’m pretty sure God sometimes doesn’t like what I do, but he never stops loving.  It’s where as a son, I need to be like my Father.