Monday, March 02, 2009


Yet another thought-provoking, insightful post over at Experimental Theology:

I always liked to hear about the old-timers. Never missed a chance to do so. You can't help but compare yourself against the old timers. Can't help but wonder how they would've operated these times. There was this boy I sent to Huntsville here a while back. My arrest and my testimony. He killed a fourteen-year-old girl. Papers said it was a crime of passion but he told me there wasn't any passion to it. Told me that he'd been planning to kill somebody for about as long as he could remember. Said that if they turned him loose he'd do it again. Said he knew he was going to hell. Be there in about fifteen minutes. I don't know what to make of that. I surely don't.

The crime you see now, it's hard to even take its measure. It's not that I'm afraid of it. I always knew you had to be willing to die to even do this job. But I don't want to push my chips in and go out to meet something I don't understand. A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He'd have to say, okay, I'll be a part of this world.

That's the question. Do you put your soul at hazard if you want to understand monsters? Do we really want to understand why someone commits a heinous crime? Because if we had an answer (e.g., they were abused, broken family, brain disorder) are we at risk of explaining the evil away? Of becoming "a part of this world"?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

We are all involved, or rather entangled in an unfathomably complex universal pattern of relationships.

We are all capable of experiencing the most sublimely beautiful experience that any other human being has experienced.And of doing the most beautifully loving thing that any other human being has ever done.

Conversing we are also,in the scale of things, and confronted by the circumstances in any given moment or context, quite capable of experiencing the most disgustingly degraded experience that any other human being has experienced. AND of DOING the most debased and unspeakably dreadful things to our fellow human beings.

As an example the people who worked in the Nazi death camps were every day normal human beings (just like you and me) before the war began.