But most of the wounds that unite us involve loss and bitter disappointment. I was struck over the weekend with talk of the moral woundedness of Chris Kyle who was a professional sniper and the author of American Sniper. He wrote in that book about his first kill: a woman with a child who was, in fact, a suicide bomber. But still, it troubled him a bit to kill her. Yes, she intended to kill his friends. But she was a woman with a child. Unspeakable.
Some said it “morally wounded” him.
I wonder these days if people who are morally wounded show up in churches. We pray prayers of confession, but do we see ourselves as being morally wounded?
I remember a family with two young children in my former congregation who intentionally arrived in worship after the prayers of confession. The parents told me that they didn’t want their girls to feel like they were “bad.” They had “nothing to confess.”
We all have something to confess and the sooner we realize and acknowledge this, the better. We can’t change the world unless we know that we are part of the problem.
Photo of Hadiya Pendleton who was shot in a park near her school in South Chicago. Dear God, who did this?