Death is what happens to all of us. When we die, our body returns to dust and our breath is no more. Our soul goes back to God, no matter if we lived a good or evil life.
To celebrate the death of a wicked man is, in itself, an oddity. He wasn’t born wicked because God doesn’t make wicked things. Despite how one was raised, we make a choice to live a good life or one filled with evil.
I find it uncomfortable that some celebrate the violent death of someone deemed to be evil. One online marketer went as far as to say that he felt refreshed and rejuvenated at the news (oh, and if you want to feel refreshed in your business, join him on an upcoming teleclass). One person on Facebook stated this:
“We’re not celebrating his death. We’re celebrating that evil is no more.”
That statement, in itself, is not accurate. For wherever humans show up, evil does too. As long as the great controversy between good and evil persists, the wickedness of man does too.
Believe me – I’m not discounting the crimes of this one man. What he did was evil. Yet, the rabid celebration on the news of his death made me recoil in horror. People looked crazed, murderous and reminded me of Jack Nicolson in the movie The Shining when he tried to rip open a door with an ax.
Martin Luther King Jr. espouses my thoughts on this matter the best:
“I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
