It’s been two years now since the beginning of the second American war in Iraq. For the last few months, I’ve been reading Baghdad Burning ». a blog by an Iraqi woman writing under the pen-name of River. I find her blog more moving and informative than any “on the scene” reporting or theological discussion of nonviolence / just war. The blogosphere enables us to share our hearts with complete strangers on the other side of the world in a way that was never possible before.
In her most recent post », she recounts what the attack two years ago was like from her family’s perspective. She ends it with this question:
“Remember when the fear was still fresh- and the terror was relatively new- and it was possible to be shocked and awed in Iraq?”
It’s not that after two years, we still don’t get it. It’s that after two thousand years, we still don’t get it.