Saddam Hussein has been executed. Most won’t miss him. I certainly won’t. But neither can I bring myself to rejoice in his death any more than I can condone rejoicing in any death. I understand it, but I can’t condone it. And while I can approximate understanding of those who even now are dancing in the streets, it sickens me at the same time.
Would that he would have gone to the gallows with a new faith in Jesus Christ instead of clutching a copy of the Qur’an.
His deeds were deemed by authorities to be worthy of death. Even a death such as that is tragic. Yet the greater tragedy is the eternal death suffered by those who die apart from Christ.