What the Casey Anthony case taught me.

For the past couple of weeks it has been the same thing as I walk through the garage door after a long day at work. I hear the sound of some distraught news reporter, revisiting and reciting the days courtroom drama and going over the same evidence – the only evidence – that holds the case together. I hear my mom’s sigh of shared distress and my dad’s remarks of something along the lines of death. Now, I don’t want to paint my parents in a bad light whatsoever, because, honestly, I would assume that this is America’s state of mind when it comes to this three-year-long battle of, “Did Casey Anthony really kill her daughter?” Sure, the amount of lies that have piled up and now runneth over would not help anyone pleading innocent.

Well, at least that’s what 99.9% of us thought.

With the utmost attention, we watched the decision of a jury tell us that they have decided that she is not guilty of murder in any degree or for manslaughter. I have a feeling most returns to Party City happened at about the same time, and more televisions were simultaneously turned off than ever. And, you know, I can’t really say I blame us; the media already painted the enemy for us and we had the portrait ready to hang on the wall. Now, the ones who followed it like it was a new color revealed to the world, they’re the ones taking this as personal as possible and lashing out through Twitter and Facebook and crashing CNN.com’s comment boxes. Giving their opinions faster than they can actually think , which usually end up something along the lines of a death threat, and none of us really object – which is terrifying.

In saying that, I am beyond ecstatic that I am not her judge and rejoice in the fact that I will never be her judge.  I would be terrified if it came down to my mind and my heart to determine her fate. I mean, has anyone taken a look inside of their heart lately? All the deceit that lay there, piled like trash as if I missed garbage day one too many times. Who would I be to ever lay my fist down in the face of God and say that she should deserve such a punishment. Especially… especially if my only involvement meant tuning in at 5PM Central time to watch another day of arguments. My words would have no role to play, so why should I assume they do? I highly doubt God looks down each time someone is given the death penalty or given life in prison and has the same reply as a human being would.

Isaiah 55:8-9 so boldly states, “‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’ declares the LORD. ‘As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.'” To summarize, He is so much better than any of us, and for us to make the assumption that “That is what God would want.” is to misinterpret the character of God. Yes, God seeks justice – but His version of justice.  I am seeing that the most heartbreaking thing in all of this, is that it is bringing about many cold shoulders within offices, relationships and over dinner tables. I am one of the receivers, which is fine on some level, but with my parents upset with me, via silent treatment, in my decision to remain on the sidelines and to keep my opinion to myself (which is to have no opinion or judgement on the matter), I am discovering what the Casey Anthony trial has taught me.

Through the crazed news reporters, an unforeseen verdict, raging Newsfeeds and six cold shoulders, this trial has shown me there is a part of humanity that is still hurting for a hero. Still searching for that Jesus to come and claim that he is king and that he is going to take back the city and declare justice. But we know how that ends. I presume that is why it is so hard for the Counselor, you know, the one Jesus left behind, to determine in our hearts and our minds how we should feel about such a matter. It’s easier to turn on the television and be told how to feel and to be given an opinion.

Ultimately, the decision of her fate – whether Heaven or Hell – is left up to God’s perfect mind and heart. I truly hope that a church takes her in after she is set free (I don’t foresee many people taking to her freedom too well), I hope she finds God and I really hope to see her in Heaven one day, forgiven and at peace. And if you don’t like that, I don’t think I am sorry.

5 thoughts on “What the Casey Anthony case taught me.”

  1. Bre
    you are an old soul and a wise one!!! thank you for bring me back to God when Im in such anger with the Anthony Case… and I am so glad I am not her Judge!!
    Love and miss you GIRL

    1. Stephanie, thank you for always being a consistent reader to my thought throw-up. It really does mean a lot. It’s great to see how God works through my writing. I love and miss you so much!

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