I swore I wasn’t going to write a post about Casey Anthony.
I promised myself I wouldn’t be sucked in by the culture.
Yet here I am writing a post about Casey Anthony.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
I got an email via facebook today urging me to light a lamp on my patio if I believed Casey was wrongly acquitted. Or maybe I was supposed to light it if I agreed with her verdict. I’m seriously confused. I’m confused by the deluge of Casey Anthony information that is being shoved down my throat.
Until two days ago I was one of 5 people I knew who managed not to get sucked into the Casey vortex. Then in 140 characters or less my tweeps kindly filled me in on the details of the wretched case. Casey – neglectful mother of an adorable 2 y/o daughter – forgot to notify police of missing daughter for 31 days; the daughter was found in the mom’s trunk tied up with various home equipment; crazy grandfather popped up regularly as part of the family fiasco. The bottom line remained that this would be an easy verdict: guilty.
Or not.
Who knew something so obvious could be so vague?
I had lunch with a handful of friends today and was pleasantly surprised that one of my friends had never heard of Casey. Ever.
Wow.
I bet you don’t know anyone who’s never ever heard of Casey Anthony.
So why do I sit here and debate the merits of a legal case gone bad?
Lawyers are thrilled by the verdict. They believe the system has won, and what more important gauge of success do we have in the United States of America than a system that works. We are a country with many currently broken systems: social security, the housing market, the mortgage industry. In the midst of a sea of brokenness lies a beacon of success – the legal system.
How blessed we are to know that beyond a reasonable doubt our legal system has come out victorious. I, for one, will sleep better tonight.
Beyond a reasonable doubt. Do you know anything beyond a reasonable doubt?
Here’s what I know beyond a reasonable doubt:
I am guilty.
I deserve death and punishment.
But someone took the hit for me.
His name is Jesus.
And I was miraculously unbelievably, shockingly, amazingly set free.
My name is Lina, and I’m forgiven. I’ve been utterly set free for a crime that I did commit beyond a reasonable doubt.
And for that I’m forever grateful.
Guilty. Or not guilty.
What do you think?
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