When I found out this morning that Sean Taylor (Washington Redskins safety) had died from a gunshot wound, my stomach immediately dropped through the floor. I agreed with his family friend that this was a senseless death, a frustrating one for a guy who was honestly committed to growing up and being a responsible man and pro athlete. But what came next from the friend stuck in my craw all day long. Here’s the quote in full;
“Maybe he was trying to say goodbye or something,” Mr Sharpstein said. “It’s a tremendously sad and unnecessary event. He was a wonderful, humble, talented young man, and had a huge life in front of him. Obviously God had other plans.”
Seems normal, right? You hear this kind of comment all the time in our culture. But it frustrates the crap out of me. Why put the responsibility for Taylor’s death on God? What did God have to do with this at all? This was an evil act of aggression by a human being who destroyed the life of another human being. Maybe this shouldn’t bother me, but it does. Badly. At best this sort of comment is syrupy sweet and feel-good. At worst it makes God an unfeeling tyrant who found it right in his providence to guide the hands and body of a man to break into Taylor’s house, kick in the door, and wreck his wife and family’s life in cold-blooded murder.
Tell the honest, raw truth; Taylor’s dead because of the twisted actions of a twisted individual.
Just stop, stop it already.