The story is everywhere...

Today is the sixth anniversary of the day that terrorists came into my county and destroyed several buildings and thousands of lives. It's all over radio and TV. Flags are being flown half mast. People are remembering where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news.
After six years I still can't figure out how one group of people can kill another group of people in the name of God. The God I know is a loving being who wouldn't condone those actions. I know because He told us all about it, and I quote: "Thou shalt not kill". It doesn't say "unless you do in in my name" at the end of the quote. It just says don't kill.
Don't kill.
Don't.
Kill.
I wonder how those people are going to spend eternity in the spiritual world that waits for us after our days on earth. Will they "burn in hell"? Or will they get all those virgins and live in paradise?
Whatever.
The human spirit in me has an awful hard time forgiving. That's the other thing my God tells me to do.
Forgive? Maybe.
Forget?
Never...