I know it sounds crazy, but my first reaction when hearing that Osama had been killed was a feeling of intense sorrow.
I went to bed early that night, it was barely 8:30 and not even dark yet. About a half an hour later, I was sound asleep, and dreaming. I was suddenly and abruptly awakened by the voice of my son John standing in the doorway of my room, and loudly, ‘Dad, Osama Bin Laden is dead!’
My eyes popped open, and for a moment I couldn't remember what day it was, or even where I was, but the words just stung me, and I felt intense sorrow, knowing that this man whose earthly life was a foretaste of hell, was now beyond redemption, and we would see and hear him no more in this or any world.
He was human, too, like us, and like us a sinner. He had a mother that probably loved him and thought the world of him when he was first born. But he was born into a family and into a religion that lives in sin and knows no way out. Tragedy upon tragedy.
How satan has deceived us so well, that a billion or more people can live without Christ and think that killing His followers is to honor God! And how shallow and cruel his promises: seventy-two black eyed virgins in paradise. This religion and all the suffering it has caused has made more victims than any other, I think, in the whole world.
So one of the sons of men has been killed as befits all us sinful men, and like Judas he has gone down to darkness and eternal pain, having been the instrument of paradise for others. Yes, where would we be without Judas? But alas for him who has betrayed the Savior of the world. Even the love that created and saved the world cannot reach him. He has chosen darkness.