10/17/2026
Sorry for the silent treatment.
I only posted a few times this week.
That's not like me.
It's not that I had nothing to say.
I had too much.
When I learned that our government planned to livestream Nidal Hasan's death by firing squad, something in me just sank.
It consumed me.
It was all I could think about all week.
Hasan ended the lives of 13 people and wounded 32 others at Fort Hood. Those lives matter. Their families matter. Justice matters.
But justice and cruelty are not the same thing.
The thought of my own country turning a man's final moments into something people could tune in to watch has stayed with me all week.
When did death become content?
When did making a spectacle of someone's final moments become a show of strength?
And why were some Christians defending it?
We follow a Savior whose suffering was made a public spectacle. Rome used the cross to humiliate people and demonstrate its power.
You would think that would make Christians the LAST people eager to turn another human being's death into something to watch.
Jesus told us to love our enemies (Matthew 5:44).
Not excuse their crimes.
Not abandon justice.
But remember their humanity.
And if we're going to call ourselves pro-life, shouldn't the dignity of human life matter even when the person is someone we don't like?
On Thursday, the livestream was canceled. I'm grateful.
But I'm still heartsick that it was proposed (and approved by the President) in the first place.
That cruelty could be dressed up as strength.
That some would even defend it in the name of God.
That's why I went quiet.
Not because I stopped caring.
Because I care deeply about what we're becoming.
I don't want us to grow so accustomed to cruelty that we stop recognizing it.
Especially those of us who claim to follow Jesus.
Because the cross should have taught us this much:
Human suffering is never entertainment.