Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The Wake

In the wake of the Casey Anthony verdict today, I am left with this image in my head:

It's a picture of Caylee Anthony at 2 years old, sometime soon before she was reportedly chloroformed, had her head wrapped in duct tape, and was shoved in a trash bag which was taped shut and then she was thrown into the trunk of her mother's car and left there for over a month. At least that was the original story.

Seeing this picture after re-reading the details of how this precious little girl was found just hits way too close to home for me. My daughter looked just like that a couple months ago, but with blonde hair instead of brown.

The problem of evil comes into sharp focus at times like these. Casey Anthony was found "not guilty" of brutally murdering her daughter, not because she didn't do it, but because they can't absolutely prove that she did. Weather the girl died as stated above, or drowned out back in the pool, as the defense stated, she was still found in a bag covered in duct tape in the middle of the woods 6 months after she went missing. The crime happened, no matter who did it. A 2 year old girl was murdered (or at the very least disposed of) in a brutal way, and we are left to sort out the sick, sick world we live in in which these things can happen.

Hope that is in rightly placed in Jesus Christ, a hope of better things to come beyond this fragile mortal body gasping in the midst of monsters and those who don't care enough to bring them to justice, is the only thing that really sustains us here. It is the only thing that can keep us going sometimes. It's the only thing that makes sense. Sometimes there is nothing you can do but, as the Marines say, move your right foot forward a few inches, then move your left foot a few inches ahead of your right foot, then move your right foot a few inches ahead of your left foot...God save us from this wicked and perverse generation.