Cain and Abel and the Boston Brothers

WATERTOWN, MA - APRIL 19: A SWAT team files down Nicholas Avenue during an ongoing manhunt for a suspect in the terrorist bom
WATERTOWN, MA - APRIL 19: A SWAT team files down Nicholas Avenue during an ongoing manhunt for a suspect in the terrorist bombing of the 117th Boston Marathon earlier this week. Watertown is on lockdown following a chase and shootout in the area last night. (Photo by David L. Ryan/The Boston Globe via Getty Images)

As I contemplated the events of the week this morning, I found my mind going to strange places.

First of all I kept seeing the face of the younger brother lying in some hospital bed in Boston.

He has the face of an "angel," according to so many accounts by former friends and acquaintances, school chums and some of his family members. Or it's the face of a thoroughly demonic fiend, a ruthless criminal, according to authorities and so many news reports and quotes from the deeply traumatized people of Boston.

And yet, on this Sunday morning, I realize that I am not thinking of this young man with hatred.

I keep going to that hospital bed and seeing what amounts to a lost soul, a person, yes, who committed one of the worst atrocities our nation has known, but at the same time, a person who may have been unduly influenced by an even bigger lost soul, his older brother.

Perhaps I am finding myself in this ambiguous place because those first grainy video photos of him shocked me -- for a couple of moments the young man vaguely reminded me of my own 23-year-old son. Both young men are dark, handsome, tall and slender and they have been known to wear their baseball caps turned backward on their heads.

That connection to my son evaporated quickly and like so many millions of others this week, I found myself hating the younger brother to his core. I wanted more than anything in the world -- and perhaps more than for any crime I've ever heard about -- that he would be caught quickly and brought to the full weight of justice for what he allegedly did at the marathon's finish line. My own daughter and son-in-law were in lockdown all day Friday in their new home on Beacon Street, days after witnessing the runners go past their front door.

But this morning I am finding it harder to hate Dzhokhar Tsarnaev. My mind oddly enough crawls toward the Torah, the Hebrew Bible, and thanks in part to John Steinbeck -- and his novel, East of Eden -- to the story of Cain and Abel. East of Eden, the title, is taken directly from the Bible. Indeed at one point Steinbeck suggested to his publisher that the book should be entitled Cain Sign.

Steinbeck wrote an accompanying book to East of Eden, called Journal of a Novel: East of Eden, which documents his thoughts while he wrote the novel. Steinbeck's editor and long-time friend, Pat Covici, told Steinbeck that he wanted him to deliver the manuscript in a box, so Steinbeck went to great lengths to construct a mahogany box. On top of the box he engraved four Hebrew letters, which spell out the Hebrew word, "timshol," literally translated as "thou mayest," suggesting Steinbeck's core belief that human beings, endowed with free will after the fall from the Garden of Eden, are continually faced with moral responsibility in the form of choice between good and evil.

Indeed, as Terry R. Wright notes in his 2007 book Genesis of Fiction, the notion of choice "might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a [wo]man. For if 'Thou mayest' -- it is also true that 'Thou Mayest Not.'"

What has all this got to do with the Boston bomber?

Everything. Unequivocally, the bombers chose to do a wickedly evil thing. But that leaves us asking how we should choose to respond (aside of course from the full weight of criminal prosecution). We leave it to police authorities and the courts to mete out Tsarnaev's punishment, but how do we talk about him, how do we feel, what should we think and say?

I was drawn today to open the Torah, to reread Genesis, Chapter Four, Verse Ten, the passage that lays out God's punishment of Cain for slaying his brother Abel.

"Then He [God] said, 'What have you done? Hark, your brother's blood cries out to me from the ground. Therefore, you shall be more cursed than the ground which opened its mouth to receive your brother's blood from your hand." God curses Cain to "become a ceaseless wanderer on earth."

Cain replies: "My punishment is too great to bear! Since You have banished me this day from the soil, and I must avoid Your presence and become a restless wanderer on earth -- anyone who meets me may kill me!"

It is the Lord's reply to Cain that perhaps is most instructive: "The Lord said to him 'I promise, if anyone kills Cain, sevenfold vengeance shall be taken on him.' And the Lord put a mark on Cain, lest anyone who met him should kill him. Cain left the presence of the Lord and settled in the land of Nod, east of Eden."

It is this notion that the world's first murderer, Cain, is marked by God, and in being marked, he is forever a lesson to us in the ultimate choice between good and evil. As one commentary notes, "his mark is not a curse, but a protective sign of God's enduring care."

Amidst our rightful desire to punish him, and our intense curiosity (and confusion) about how this one-time "good" boy went so bad, maybe we should refrain from "killing" the bomber with each one of our thoughts and conversations. Rather, the Bible's instruction would seem to suggest that the bombing suspect should remind us once again of what Steinbeck wrote in East of Eden, that "We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly re-spawn, while good, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is."

Instead of hating the bomber, better that we focus our "lovingkindness" (a Buddhist concept of loving all living beings) on the many suffering families, the myriad heroes who came to the aid of bombing victims on the scene, and the amazing authorities who waged an extraordinary four-day search to catch the bombers before they could wreak any more destruction.

Rather than hating the bomber, it seems better to me that we should love the lesson about choice that he so painfully teaches.