As Rich Mullins used to joke, "Vengeance is mine, thus saith the Lord, and I just want to be about my Father's business".
By nature I am not a violent person. I've only hit another person once in my life - when I was in 10th grade. As the bell rang to change classes, I stood up and picked up my stack of books. At that precise moment, a boy in my class walked past me and grabbed me where he should not have grabbed. Without thinking I instinctively whirled around and slammed my books as hard as I could into his face. I broke his nose.
I don't like violence. I don't like war. I don't even like it when people argue.
I've always been against the death penalty. I am pro-life. All life. Animals, unborn babies, and yes, even criminals. They are, after all human beings that Jesus loves every bit as much as He loves me. And as a follower of Jesus, I am to love them too.
BUT, there are some cases that really, really, really try me. When I heard about the man who kidnapped, molested and murdered 9 year-old Jessica Lunsford had buried her alive, something inside of me raged. I cannot imagine the torment that little girl went through. At times like this, I think Hell will not be hot enough for people who do such cruel things to children. Thinking that God loves this man just goes against everything I feel inside. If that were my child I am sure I would have to be restrained. I would want to mutilate that man. I would not want justice. I would want revenge. I would want him to suffer.
The love of God makes no sense to me. Of course, only God can judge a man's heart. This guy will face justice one day - if not here, in the next life. But one thing I am sure of, God loves this man. It just makes no sense.