The Death Penalty
Do I dare to discuss my views on taking the life of another -for whatever reason? After so many tragedies over the last 16 years, it is hard not to think about punishment.
If I could get into the mind of a killer, for even two seconds -I wouldn’t.
Why? There are people who intentionally delve into their minds. There is so much we can learn by studying evil!
I am thankful for those who allow sickness to become part of them, for the good of mankind. For me, touching the black ink of wicked death would expose me to evil I never wish to understand.
Yes, I get angry! I want the world to become united, and love one another, as we are called upon to love ourselves.
Impossible dreams, are still worth dreaming. Without them, we’ve failed before we begin. I believe dreams are for the living. I choose to live, until my time is called back home. This is a time that is rightfully God’s demand -not men.
Even so, what must we do with the evil snaking its way through cultures, sickening the very earth we need to survive? Do we take their lives? Must we use violence to quell violence? If we create fear, will fear cease?
I am a mother! As a mother, how can I look into the eyes of a child, and remove the spark? Evil is born of the devil, but it begins as a child. I want to hold the child, rock away his terror, and kiss away her tears. What pain they must have in their hearts that they choose to live a life of hate, anger, violence. Can you feel it? That is a child crying.
Were they raised to hate? Did someone teach them to seek the blood of man?
If we take their lives, will we not fill our own hearts with their blood and suffering?
Yet, what must we do?
My tears for the dead cannot be heard, as the sound cannot penetrate the lifeless.
Our children need to be held. They need to be taught right from wrong. Not the wrongs of one religion against another, one country against another, not one culture against another, but the wrongs against one man to another. We do not have to agree, but without compassion we will stagger.
When our children are gone, when our voices can no longer be heard, when one-man rules over another, will we have peace? Or, will we continue to climb the mountain, knowing the top will wear and another will take our place?
If you believe you must kill to show the world your power, I’m sorry, but I think…you too will die!