Written before the Boston bombings, here is a sobering meditation on our death-celebrating culture. The sympathetic response to the Boston attacks from traditional U.S. adversaries including Cuba, Russia, and even the Taliban, offers an interesting recent angle on Kyle's point.
When I first learned about the tragic suicide of Rick Warren's son, the bottom dropped out of my stomach. Memories of a friend who had taken his own life were yanked back to the front of my mind. I remembered the anger, the sorrow, the unanswered questions, even guilt that I felt. Even though the Warrens were strangers, I grieved with them. I felt connected to them through the common experience of suffering and a common hope in the Lord. I was encouraged by the outpouring of empathy for them I saw on Twitter and Facebook, forming a network of love around the Warren family.
But I soon learned that my feelings weren't shared by everyone. Shortly after the tragedy, Rick Warren posted this on Facebook: "Grieving ...1