You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise: you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely…For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made…Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139:1-3,13,16

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Recent Addiction (other than eating)

I have lately been addicted the trial of the century…ok maybe not, but it's big…I have been following the Casey Anthony trial and all of the crazy players in this thing.  Ok, guys let's face it, she is guilty as sin, but I wonder how many loonies got on the jury who think they are in CSI Miami and are going to talk about DNA and fingerprints and smoking guns etc when they have a fourth grade education and wouldn't know DNA or reasonable doubt if it hit them in the head.  I love to hate the Defense Attorneys, both of the men are so unlikeable and slimy, even the judge has a look of distaste when he rules on an objection. I need to do some research into who hired them, I am hoping the state supplied them because if someone in the Anthony family is paying them, they are paying too much. Unless, the plan is to throw the trial and have so many chances at appeal that the court systems will be overwhelmed.  In that case, they are brilliant.
Next, the Prosecutors are so succinct and on point, that it is almost like it is scripted, especially the lady, too bad I haven't paid attention to her name!  And the crazy Anthony family…first Casey is so morbid that she immediately throws dad, George, under the bus as a sexual abuser...despite her parents being the only people deluded enough to support or believe her. Then they are also saying that her brother, Lee, came into her bedroom at night several times, as well, including having an ex-boyfriend testify to her having told him this. Then her mom, Cindy, gets on the stand and tries to lie for Casey and say she did the internet searches for "chlorophyll" and it pulled up "chloroform" ---poor Cindy didn't even know enough to lie well on the stand--I don't know who prepped her for that testimony but it was poor. She didn't know what a search engine was, much less which one she used, wasn't prepared to be asked about the searches done immediately afterward or the fact the Casey's Facebook account was opened concurrently, and let's don't forget she was clocked in at work--so either way she's a liar.  I feel for her though, and that's was the Prosecutor's office didn't tear her a new one on the stand---she has really lost it all when it comes to family. She failed at raising her daughter to be anything other than an ego-centric, lying, self-loving, maniacal demon and then when she got a second chance with this precious grandchild, that sweet little one was taken from her prematurely.  She has to be wondering who or what to hold onto.  In these tragedies, there has to be unimaginable grief and turmoil for everyone.  If you were in the place of an innocent participant of this trial and investigation, wouldn't you be questioning everyone around you? How could you believe that your own daughter could do something so terrible? The total devastation left in the wake of Casey Anthony is as real as the tornado that hit Oklahoma recently.
Several years back I paid close attention to another big trial, Scott Peterson's murder trial.  Just like everyone else, I identified with pretty, innocent Lacey Peterson. Now pregnant, I can't help but think about her and how she was feeling and the loss experienced by that family too.  At the time of the trial, I was still in school and would watch trial footage and commentary while eating my lunch or taking a study break.  I remember wondering how someone who looked so normal, handsome, like prince-charming, could do something so horrendous and so cruel.  Scott, like Casey, was so obviously guilty based upon all of the circumstances and evidence when it was put together to form a picture, yet it was just so hard to imagine.  I told Neil at the time, as there were several other murders of young pregnant wives around that same time, that if he ever decided that he no longer wanted to be married to me just to tell me and I promised I wouldn't ask for child support.  I mean please, let me live, don't make my family go through all of that! Save us all the time and money.  Plus, I also told him that I know way too much about forensics and I promised to have enough evidence on my body that he would for sure be convicted and that I would haunt him so relentlessly that he would have to confess to get away from it.
It just brings me back to the realization that our world is so depraved; we, as humans, are so flawed with sin, that without the love and light of God in our lives, it will always come down to our selfish desires.  Without the moral compass of Christ, you can always talk yourself into whatever it is that you want at the moment, you will always be able to reason out why something is not wrong.  Without a moral compass that is unchanging or unmoving, what is ok shifts so easily.  Theft, Abortion, Genocide, Divorce, Rape, Murder, Same-sex marriage, Prostitution, Legalization of Recreational Drugs, and on and on; each thing on it's own has many arguments for when and why it would be or should be tolerated or legalized or even supported by the rest of society.  When you come right down to it, it doesn't matter what we as humans can tolerate because we can shift our morality so far it is unrecognizable, What matters is what God can tolerate…and it is only perfection.  He can't tolerate a "white lie" or a murder, and to Him there is no sliding scale, there isn't a scale at all. All He can see is the darkness of SIN, unless we are washed in the blood that Christ shed for us through our relationship with Him.

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