Connected by Skittles

I’ve been trying to come up with a clever title for this post, but nothing comes to mind — probably because my mind is swirling with so many tidbits of life right now.

There’s a lack of justice in America. A boy has been killed, a month has gone by, and the killer — known at the time of the murder — is still free. Why has “information” previously unreleased now been “leaked” only after national attention is focused on the case? What I read in the news tonight makes it look like Trayvon was the aggressor and Mr. Zimmerman the innocent who shot and killed his aggressor. If this was truly the case, why is it only coming to light now? I am suspicious of the police department doing the “investigating.”

As I struggle with the living-out of my faith (particularly when politics of both church and state use religion as a divisive weapon), I find myself wanting to distill all the words — to get to the pure essence of what I believe. And right now, here’s where I stand, firmly rooted in the Hebrew scriptures of the book of Deuteronomy and the prophet Micah, demonstrated in action and words by Jesus:

“He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” — Micah 6:8

“[Jesus replied] ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.'” — Matthew 22:37-39

Justice. Mercy. Love.

Not hatred. Not vicious attacks on people who appear to be different from me. Not ignoring the pain and suffering of other people.

And then there’s Jen who has entered a courageously positive battle against cancer (here is her first post about it — she’s a very talented writer).  If you are the praying sort of person, please add this family to your prayers.

It’s all connected by Skittles.

Yes, Skittles — those little candies with the colors of the rainbow.  (Stay with me here.)

In one of her recent posts, Jen writes about how her daughter wanted to take 100 Skittles to school to celebrate the 100th day of school. (If you aren’t a parent of a young school child, just believe me: day 100 is a BIG deal. Everyone is supposed to bring in 100 of something.)

Trayvon was carrying a bag of Skittles when he was killed.

And the rainbow of colors… with the command to love our neighbors as ourselves… I learned that as a very young child in the form of a song:

Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in his sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world

When Jesus was asked the question, “Who is my neighbor?” he responded with the parable of The Good Samaritan. In essence, our neighbor is anyone we come in contact with — and in today’s world, that contact can easily be via the internet.
Jen is my neighbor.
Trayvon is my neighbor.
Mr. Zimmerman is my neighbor.
You are my neighbor.

I’ve now got my clever title for this post. Several hours have passed since I first sat down to write and it is now quite late. I’m going to publish and hope that my ramblings make sense to at least one of you!
With love from your neighbor,

9 thoughts on “Connected by Skittles

  1. I think that half the problem is bigotry toward a black youth, half the problem is guns. Guns are almost as common as skittles in this country, and a lot of idiots have them and use them. The police dept in this case needed to look into this but just accepted the shooter’s story? I will never understand that part either…

  2. Karen, I am right with you on this. I am so tired of all the partisan bickering. As far as hurting each other, I am just jaded enough to believe that will never end. We can only control ourselves and the way we live. And that is not easy but we keep trying!

  3. It’s mind boggling and very frightening. And not surprising. And very wrong. Mothers shouldn’t ever have to fear this for their sons but they do.. all the time.

    Best thoughts for your friend, Jen.

  4. I love the sense of fairness, faith, and caring you bring to this issue. I do not share your faith, but when you express what you believe, you show me what a true Christian heart is.

  5. Such beautiful writing and metaphors here. I’m with Gary. There were five stories last week of children being accidentally shot by children and children bringing guns to school

    Injustice has been alive and well for the Trayvon’s of the world forever.

    It does warm my heart and boost my sense of social justice that people have raised enough hell put the spotlight on this case

  6. I don’t get this obsession with guns! Yes, you have the right to bear arms, but that doesn’t mean you should. I tend to avoid the news, it just makes me sad, or mad, but this story leaked into everything. As it should. Appalled I am! My thoughts are with Jen.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s