he’s gone.  saddam hussein is no longer among the living. there were many who rejoiced when the trap door dropped, and the prisoner with it, and the rope around his neck snapped tight.
 
there have been many cruel rulers who have died for their atrocities against their people. hitler is usually first to come to mind. and mussalini. and stalin. and in more ancient days nero, vlad tepest, and the like. there have been many evil men and women who have slaughtered their own families, gone on serial killing sprees, lived a life of doling out abuses for their own gratification. the general reaction to their meeting their fate is one of satisfaction.
 
but i have a different response. im saddened. its not that i feel sorry for them. they have lived a life of choices that led up to their fates, whether executed or assasinated, or whatever. my heart goes out to their vicims, rather.
 
but im saddened at the tragedy that men would make these kind of choices, living the kind of life that makes them such a stench in the nostrils of God and man, and winding up destroyed by it. im saddened that they choose death, when all along they could have had life. what is, and what should never be.
 
ezekiel 33:11 says "say unto them, as I live, saith the Lord, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked; but that the wicked turn from his way and live: turn ye, turn from your evil ways; for why will ye die?"
 
when so many think it is God who brings down destruction on men when their ways dont please Him, as it turns out, it grieves Him, because they bring it down on their own heads, by their choices. like a loving father, whose children repeatedly get into trouble with the law, and finally end up in prison, or worse. not like many of the fathers we have had, but like the father we always wanted to have. it does not please Him to see people sow destruction into their own lives, by sowing it into others lives. He sent His Son to die for us all, and for any to be lost is a tragedy.
 
so when i hear of people being put to death, people who have done things worthy of death, i sigh, knowing i am just as worthy of death, but have escaped it by choosing the free Gift, and knowing it is available to anyone who will accept it. even the neros, the hitlers, the husseins of this world. we’re all whosovers.
 
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