“That could have been you.”
Those are the words the Lord spoke over me when I was discussing with Him how incensed I was over Casey Anthony being found not guilty of first-degree murder, aggravated child abuse, or aggravated manslaughter of a child.
My reply: “Are you kidding me? Not hardly.”
Now, not only was I angry with the jury, I was outraged of God’s accusation, but on the other hand, I was happy He agreed with me that she was guilty, or so I thought.
I was wrong. God wasn’t confirming to me Casey’s guilt.
No, He was dealing with my false belief that, although in my mind Casey killed Caylee (which in reality is only truly known by God, Casey and a maybe a hand full of others), I was somehow better.
Even though my flesh doesn’t like it, whether Casey Anthony is a killer or not is between her and God. She’s been found not guilty, at least of the most serious crimes, by a jury of her peers. Once she serves the rest of her time for the crimes for which she was found guilty, she’ll be out of jail. Honestly, the thought of her back out in society, and not on death row, makes me sick.
It’s reality, though. The trial’s over. Truly guilty or not, Casey is going to be a free woman.
Unlike what I’d like to believe, apart from God’s grace, I’m not above the capacity to commit a heinous crime such as the one committed – by whomever – against Caylee Anthony.
This morning watching Casey being sentenced for the 4 counts for which she was found guilty, the anger returned. The Lord then reminded me once more of my inability to do anything purely good on my own. I found myself praying for Casey, something I will continue to do every time I feel outraged over the outcome of the trial.
I’ll be honest. My feelings haven’t changed. I still think Casey’s guilty, but my perspective has been changed.
After all, it could have been me.