War is terrible; its burden unbearable. It sows seeds of violence and we reap little but despair and misery. I do not deny that there is honor there too: self-sacrifice, and even Love, because God is there where He always is--in the midst of our pain. This Memorial Day, I am praying for all those who suffer from war everywhere: millions of civilians, families of soldiers who have died, all who are swept up in that harrowing reaping.
Though I hope for it, I will not ask for an end to war. That goal, so important--so necessary--feels so faint, so infinitely remote. Instead, today I will hope for this: that we cease to engage in war lightly, and that even if we do go to war that we do not forget either the humanity of the people we ask to fight for us, or the people we fight. Without condoning the evil that all "sides" are guilty of, I want to remember (because sometimes it is hard) that all of us; soldier and civilian, American and enemy-combatant; are beloved of God and One in Him.