Happy Hump Day, All!
I am still feeling a bit mystified by things in our world today . . . Yet, imagine what our Creator must be thinking about now?!
Do any of you remember how when we were kids, and, say . . . in a kickball game or a game or marbles (dating myself, right?!) . . . after a bad kick or shot at the “pot”, we might say: “Oh, the wind was blowing too hard! Let me do it over!!!”? We were kids and often just playing games, so we just wanted a fair chance to get a good kick in for our team or perhaps make the competition greater in that marble game. Now that we’ve all grown up, and, we have another generation on our hands, it’s hard to do anything over again, especially once the consequences are more serious like bodily injuries or death. Peace be still …
Now, think about this character, Zimmerman, who doesn’t know how to follow simple instructions from the “911” operator, when they told him essentially that they did not need him to follow the black youth. This is supposed to be a “Captain of a Neighborhood Watch” group. And again, think about the FACT that his girlfriend was on the phone with him and says that Trayvon told her a strange man was following him. Not only does this directly refute the allegation that Zimmerman shot a kid with Skittles and an Arizona Iced Tea in self defense, but … this can NOT be done over! Trayvon Martin is dead! No court, no cop, no prosecuting attorney, not even Al Sharpton can bring him back to life!
Last night when I watched the news and heard the recording of the “911” Operator with Zimmerman, and Trayvon and his girlfriend’s conversation . . . and then the recording by a neighbor who had called “911” while hearing someone yell for help, I got so angry that I had to pray. I thanked God that this was not my child, because I don’t know if I could handle it, and asked God to pour blessings over the entire ordeal so that the TRUTH will come to light.
“If I Had My Life to Live Over . . . I’d relax. . . . I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. . . . I’d start barefoot earlier in the Spring and stay that way later in the Fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.” – Nadine Stair
Today, let me forget my worries and enjoy the fullness of life. (TOUCHSTONES March 21st)
May we send out a prayer for Trayvon’s spirit, a cry for justice, and the Truth be told.
Peace,
John I. Cook, Director
Educational Excellence 