Jesus died for her sins, too.

Not just mine or yours, but Casey Anthony’s, too. And I know, given the flood of facebook statuses, that my opinion may not be that popular. I know that a bunch of mamas are out there in the world hurting because that little baby is gone. I know. It’s sad, heartbreaking, heart wrenching. And, don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging anyone for voicing their heartache or their anger at the “injustice” of our system. I’m not judging anyone for their words of Casey having her day of judgement. I’m really not. I just have this overwhelming urge to say this…what if she’s already forgiven? What if Jesus has her wrapped up in his arms, already? One only needs to ask to be forgiven entirely.

My mind was blown this afternoon at all of my facebook friends’ updates, yes…but what I was more shocked by this: I hardly saw Jesus at all. Jesus who loved Paul. Jesus who hung around the poor, the promiscuous, the lepers, the murderers.  Jesus who willingly died for my sins, who hung on a cross dying a painful and agonizing death. Jesus who loves me and forgives me and is the only way that I can become whom I’m meant to be. Where was the love? This love that should be our ultimate goal as Christians. The love that builds the Kingdom. Jesus paid it all…and the most important thing he asked us to do is to love. It wasn’t even me that was on trial and my heart breaks at the stones that were cast today.

But I’m loving. I’m praising Jesus for his cross, for his payment, for his forgiveness, for his gift and love. I am so thankful that He forgives.

PS, I know this is raw, I just can’t stop thinking about it…

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