The following post is over two years old. I never had the courage to post it till tonight. Why tonight? Well it just seemed to be an appropriate time since the state of Georgia just minutes ago executed Troy Anthony Davis. I don't know if Troy Davis was guilty or not guilty. Can juries be wrong? Were they wrong in the case of O.J. Simpson? Were they wrong about Casey Anthony? What I do know is that now two people are dead--Troy Anthony Davis and Mark MacPhail (the police officer that Davis was found guilty of killing). Two families will mourn.
Does killing + killing ever equal peace? Perhaps so, I don't know. I've never had a family member murdered so I can't say for sure how I would feel. But I don't think that would bring me peace or resolution.
I wonder what Jesus would do. I wonder if He would inject the syringe full of potassium chloride into someone be they a murderer or not. And if Jesus would not then I have to ask myself would I? Could I? And should WE? I know...I wonder too much...
On this night, I offer peace and strength to the MacPhail and Davis families.
June 6th, 2010
Intense discussions within my family circle lately concerning the death penalty. No, no one in our family is on death row. Sometimes we just "talk" about things like this :)
And, as is usual, I'm in the minority. I am against it and my husband and others is for it. I'm also profoundly against abortion, if that scores me any points.
You see, I take the sixth commandment quite literally. "Thou Shalt Not Kill". Some that revere the King James version of the bible, and I am one that does, translate the word "kill" to "murder". Personally, I see no difference between being killed or murdered. Either way, one ends up grave yard dead.
I didn't always feel this way about the death penalty. So much of who and what I was changed when I had cancer. Staring the possibility of death in the face will do that to you. It changes you, softens and smooths your harsh, jagged edges. At least it did mine...most of them.
Who am I to take a life? Who am I to be judge and jury, deciding whether one might live or die? What are the events that happen in ones life that lead them to take someone else's life? Are monsters made or are they just born that way?
DH and I had an oh so deep conversation about this subject tonight. He quoted me all the scriptures that he believed supported his position and I quoted him all of the ones that supported mine. Might I add, my scriptures are written in red.
As a nurse, I've stood by the bedside of quite a few as they took their final breaths, when life left their body. The finality of it can be overwhelming. You wonder where that soul really went. Of a certainty, the opportunity to make any decision for Christ sake is forever over.
Our discussion was coming to a close when my husband offered one last statement. He said that he could NEVER, in good conscience, sit on a jury that was deciding a death penalty case. Said he would have to ask to be excused.
I smiled at him, and as softly and gently as I possibly could, asked him, "Why?"
He smiled back at me, walked across the room, and kissed me goodnight.
I'm still waiting for his answer.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy. (Matthew 5:7 KJV)