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We owe it to them. I listen to them and read their words, and I bow my head before their courage. And I think about the strange insistence by so many in this moment, including so-called leftists, to measure our degree of solidarity, pain, or rage in accordance with our willingness to support the fire that our army is raining down on Gaza.

This memory reminds me that love is not an intellectual exercise. It is the lifting of the veil, the lifting of the illusion of separation between what appears to be two beings. This experience and experiences like this are the flip of the switch that take me from seeing the world as a form of vengeance into the experience of extending Love through the world. These experiences open my heart and remind me of the truth of Who I am. This is my healing. This is my memory of the extension of Love that my Father gave to me and that I am to give others as I walk in the dream.

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It is helpful not be afraid when we look at the vengeance in ourselves and others. We can see it everywhere, on the TV news, a friends gossiping, the conditioning that we have grown up with, road rage, and all the divorces. When we see these things in ourselves and others, we only have to know that they are not what we really are.

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Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has made a strong vow of mighty vengeance against Hamas in response to a surprise attack by the Palestinian militant group. The attack resulted in the deaths of over 150 Israelis and the capture of several other individuals.

What does this mean for us practically? Is there any justice? Join us as Andrew and Lauren Errington help us discover how Jesus transforms our expectations and pursuit of justice, and lead us away from vengeance.

Israel had watched the brutal Babylonian army murder their children by dashing them against rocks. Later, the Babylonians mocked them, telling them to sing songs of Zion. This is a song of a people that has been hurt, frustrated, demeaned, and is in terrible despair. As the Israelites consider what happened to them, they cry out for vengeance, for God to do to the Edomites and the Babylonians what those peoples had done to them: dash their children against rocks.

Many of us have similar experiences reading other parts of Scripture. Why are they in there? How can they be in there? What could God possibly be trying to say in these words? Does God want vengeance like this? Vengeance does not sound like the heart of God, so why is this in the Bible?

I have learned it simply is not that easy. Listening to any voice in any relationship takes work. You cannot passively listen to your spouse while the TV is on. Trust me; it does not work. You have to work to listen. The same is true with God and listening to God in the Bible.

This Psalm does not promote anger but does say God is listening to us when we are angry. We worship Immanuel, God with us: God with us, finding us, listening to us, wherever we are, including in times of anger or anguish. God does not wait to be with us until after we get over our hurt; he meets us in our hurt.

There was a noticeable change in this man after his blow up. In order for him to start healing, he had to name his hurt in all the raw anger it entailed, which he did not know how to process. God loves the broken, and for that reason, I have to believe God was listening to that angry rant of a prayer. Not because there was something moral about that prayer, but because God cared about him.

When we entrust our anger to God, we focus on God. Which means we are able to focus on his goodness again. Notice, for Israel who prayed these Psalms, the next few Psalms move from vengeance to focusing on love. The prayer continues. The process continues. When we pray through our anger, we are able to heal our anger.

This is where the next stage of healing happens. When we entrust our anger with God, we turn to God and his goodness. When we entrust God with our vengeance, we have to turn to God and ask, what does justice look like for God, not for us?

The end of this quotation is important. Jesus has been talking about the true character of God: God is perfect. How? Not in punishment, but love, not in moral indignation, but mercy. God is not perfect in vengeance but perfect in mercy.

Have you been discouraged? Have you experienced a moment where life just stopped making sense, and your only response is anger and confusion? Can we realize that God is listening? You might not think that this process works, but trust me, it does.

Koko Kondo was 8 months old and with her mother when the first atomic bomb hit her home city of Hiroshima on Aug. 6, 1945. Her father, Methodist minister the Rev. Kiyoshi Tanimoto, had left earlier that morning.

Minister GUC is scheduled to perform at Molapo Showcase Piazza in Gaborone on Saturday during a show organised by Vubo Music. Born, Gift Ugochi Christopher, Minister GUC who is quite known for his hit songs like 'All that Matters', 'God of vengeance' and 'Obinigwe' will be making his first visit to Botswana. In an interview with Arts & Culture, the director of Vubo Music Vusumuzi Botshelo also known as Vusi, revealed that this is merely a workshop to give followers of Minister GUC that one lifetime opportunity to converse with him. "Vubo Music is hosting this workshop seminar because we really want to impart the Praise and Workshop from Botswana because we have realized that a lot of Praise and Worships here like to listen to Minister GUC's music so we want him to come and inspire our people," Botshelo said.

The deep grief which this scene had at first excited quickly gave way to rage and despair. They were dead, and I lived; their murderer also lived, and to destroy him I must drag out my weary existence. I knelt on the grass and kissed the earth and with quivering lips exclaimed, "By the sacred earth on which I kneel, by the shades that wander near me, by the deep and eternal grief that I feel, I swear; and by thee, O Night, and the spirits that preside over thee, to pursue the dmon who caused this misery, until he or I shall perish in mortal conflict. For this purpose I will preserve my life; to execute this dear revenge will I again behold the sun and tread the green herbage of earth, which otherwise should vanish from my eyes for ever. And I call on you, spirits of the dead, and on you, wandering ministers of vengeance, to aid and conduct me in my work. Let the cursed and hellish monster drink deep of agony; let him feel the despair that now torments me."

I was answered through the stillness of night by a loud and fiendish laugh. It rang on my ears long and heavily; the mountains re-echoed it, and I felt as if all hell surrounded me with mockery and laughter. Surely in that moment I should have been possessed by frenzy and have destroyed my miserable existence but that my vow was heard and that I was reserved for vengeance. The laughter died away, when a well-known and abhorred voice, apparently close to my ear, addressed me in an audible whisper, "I am satisfied, miserable wretch! You have determined to live, and I am satisfied."

My life, as it passed thus, was indeed hateful to me, and it was during sleep alone that I could taste joy. O blessed sleep! Often, when most miserable, I sank to repose, and my dreams lulled me even to rapture. The spirits that guarded me had provided these moments, or rather hours, of happiness that I might retain strength to fulfil my pilgrimage. Deprived of this respite, I should have sunk under my hardships. During the day I was sustained and inspirited by the hope of night, for in sleep I saw my friends, my wife, and my beloved country; again I saw the benevolent countenance of my father, heard the silver tones of my Elizabeth's voice, and beheld Clerval enjoying health and youth. Often, when wearied by a toilsome march, I persuaded myself that I was dreaming until night should come and that I should then enjoy reality in the arms of my dearest friends. What agonising fondness did I feel for them! How did I cling to their dear forms, as sometimes they haunted even my waking hours, and persuade myself that they still lived! At such moments vengeance, that burned within me, died in my heart, and I pursued my path towards the destruction of the dmon more as a task enjoined by heaven, as the mechanical impulse of some power of which I was unconscious, than as the ardent desire of my soul.

Scoffing devil! Again do I vow vengeance; again do I devote thee, miserable fiend, to torture and death. Never will I give up my search until he or I perish; and then with what ecstasy shall I join my Elizabeth and my departed friends, who even now prepare for me the reward of my tedious toil and horrible pilgrimage!

On hearing this information I suffered a temporary access of despair. He had escaped me, and I must commence a destructive and almost endless journey across the mountainous ices of the ocean, amidst cold that few of the inhabitants could long endure and which I, the native of a genial and sunny climate, could not hope to survive. Yet at the idea that the fiend should live and be triumphant, my rage and vengeance returned, and like a mighty tide, overwhelmed every other feeling. After a slight repose, during which the spirits of the dead hovered round and instigated me to toil and revenge, I prepared for my journey.

Thus has a week passed away, while I have listened to the strangest tale that ever imagination formed. My thoughts and every feeling of my soul have been drunk up by the interest for my guest which this tale and his own elevated and gentle manners have created. I wish to soothe him, yet can I counsel one so infinitely miserable, so destitute of every hope of consolation, to live? Oh, no! The only joy that he can now know will be when he composes his shattered spirit to peace and death. Yet he enjoys one comfort, the offspring of solitude and delirium; he believes that when in dreams he holds converse with his friends and derives from that communion consolation for his miseries or excitements to his vengeance, that they are not the creations of his fancy, but the beings themselves who visit him from the regions of a remote world. This faith gives a solemnity to his reveries that render them to me almost as imposing and interesting as truth. 006ab0faaa