throughout history, martyrs of all kinds have been hung, stoned, guillotined, stabbed, blown to pieces, decapacitated, disarmed, tortured, defaced, brutalised, raped, mutilated, crucified, burnt to death, buried alive, starved, imprisoned, chain-sawed, shipwrecked and drowned, you name it. there are many ways to die, really.
to be so gripped by that one cause to the point that a person is willing to lose his life for it, the question i often ask myself is 'is it really worth it?' and 'is that something i would do?'
i would never understand the mind of a suicide bomber. it's cursed enough to kill, what more to take one's own life after the kill. yet in some freakish way, it is not as senseless as a shooting rampage where the shock is magnified by the lack of reason why it had to happen. "why, mr. gunman? why??" what was his cause?
you chose the cross, with every breath
the perfect life, the perfect death
you chose the cross
a crown of thorns you wore for us
and crowned us
with eternal life
you chose the cross
the greatest of these is love. no greater cause, no greater love. Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. and we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers.
friends, strangers, family, relatives, acquaintances, colleagues, neighbors, enemies, oppositional parties, employees, random faces in the street.
they are to die for. for God so loved...
is that something i would do?
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