So I stay put and we go to Saskatoon for a holiday and pick up some groceries at Superstore, avoiding the sounds of sirens and the smell of gunpowder. But the images of the horror of the violence don t go away. I become haunted by the photos I see of people gunned down in the street. Enraged people, filled with hate and anger, screaming at each other. Terrorists leave bombs in vehicles to rip apart the fragile bodies of passersby.
Governments form ghettos and institute their own form of apartheid.
There really never has been peace in the Middle East. A thousand years ago the crusaders came south of out Europe to pillage, rape and slaughter, all in the name of Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, the person who we come to worship this morning. The person who speaks the words we hear this morning, some 2000 years ago, to the ancestors of the people who slaughter each other. He tells them love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, turn the other cheek. Seems these radical principals have never taken hold.