I just finished watching the film Why We Fight. It is amazing. It reminded me of how I felt marching in Washington DC with thousands of other people to protest the start of the war in Iraq, or talking about the war from the pulpit of my home church and getting into trouble for it. Or the peace rally we held in the sanctuary that got in the newspaper (and got some of us in some trouble).
I won’t go into trite slogans about peace or how neo-conservatives are the Antichrist. Doubtless you’ve heard them, and you agree or you don’t. But I don’t think Jesus Christ has any damn thing to do with ripping apart the bodies of children with shrapnel from cluster-bombs and bunker-busters, and I think that the Church too easily commits the crime of not saying so. And watching an Iraqi hospital worker weep on camera as he shows you a room with a heap of civilian corpses that my tax dollars helped kill is pretty damning.
I think I’ll write about this topic some more, but I’m a little upset and very very tired.