Am I realy a pacifist?

So when in classroom discussion, it is very easy for me to say that I would not fight. I am the chic pacifist who believes war is wrong and killing must be subject to love. I mean that’s the right thing to say . . right? I’d never kill someone I need to love. Do I really take stands or do I just take the stands that seem the easiest at the moment? Or the one which is chic.

Anyway all that aside I really started to think this morning when I woke up to news that London was bombed. I loved London. I stayed there 3 weeks one summer and had a blast. Anyway I’ll be honest I was pretty honked off this morning. And visions of bombs and planes dropping them went through my head.
So with my convictions being shaken I start to ask my self, can I love a group of people I seem so angry with. With that thought in mind, I head to Indonesia to minister to and love that very group. God will give me strength and I’m pretty sure I’ll come away believing the same I did. Justice isn’t for me to dole out. I’ll let someone much wiser take control of that.