If you want to know how I felt about Sean Taylor's murder at the hands of four Florida punks, read my earlier blog. Thousands of Redskins fans felt the same way. We were stunned and overwhelmed.

When they found out who had done it, my visceral response was: "They should die, too." And that's where my feelings slam into my
faith.

I follow a master who said the most outrageous things: "You have heard it said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you." Who says that? Yet it was his first message and his last.

I mean, if you look at the pictures of his murderers, you see none is more than 20 years-old. What were they thinking, breaking into another man's home to take what was his? And more galling still - they drove all the way across Florida to do it. What motivates such people?

So, the news today is that they are all on suicide-watch. They have to wear clothes that can't be ripped so they can't hang themselves in their cells. Yeah, kids, you should have thought through the ramifications of breaking into another man's home with a gun and then firing it at him. Fine time to be remorseful now that you've left his baby daughter fatherless. To say nothing of the fans who looked up to him for coming out of a tough neighborhood and making it in the big leagues.

The movie Dead Man Walking does a good job of depicting the forgiveness we're supposed to show in the face of evil. It's the essence of the gospel. It's grace at its most scandalous. As senseless as was Taylor's death, the irony is that another apparently nonsensical act - forgiveness - should redeem it.