Tell It To Scotty Last week, after being beaten for 3 days, Scotty McMillan died - alone, on his bed, in his bedroom. At times, he was beaten while hanging upside down or taped to a chair and his head was repeatedly slammed through walls in his home. His body was covered in bruises upon bruises, puncture wounds and lacerations. Scotty was 3 years old. To Scotty: Very few things have ever moved me so deeply. I can hear your screams of terror and feel your groans of endless pain. I see the tears running down your sweet face and my heart breaks, as I would have given anything to hold your helpless body and make the pain stop: to just make it all better for you. I have wept every day for you, Scotty. Your body is now healed and you are wrapped in the arms of Jesus in a place where no one will ever harm you. Not one mean or unkind word will ever be spoken to you. I can see you sitting on His lap, as He shows you the holes in His hands, given to Him by the very people that He was dying for. Just as His suffering was not in vain, neither will yours be. I vow to you, Scotty, to love my children, my nieces and nephews, my family, and those around me more deeply than ever before. I vow to be more kind, loving, compassionate and faithful. I will keep my problems in perspective, as I remember your toddler suffering, fear and agony. I will never be so immature or prideful as to bear a grudge against someone for what they said or a look that they gave, or because I may not like them. I will show more fervently the love that Jesus Christ has given to me. Whatever I may encounter, it is not to be compared to what you endured. To Brooklyn, Carter and Camden: You will never be afraid of my touch. My strength will always be used with gentleness. I will never physically or verbally harm you. I will be your light, not darkness. Love and security will always be found in my embrace. You will always know how deeply I love you. Words, looks and actions do effect us, I know that. They bring pain and hurt, but are not to be compared to the suffering of Scotty and numerous others around us. Let the hurt go, let the unkind words go, let the pride go, or else tell it to Scotty why you dont like someone because of what they said or how they looked at you. Ive helped numerous people with money, time and effort and many have given nothing in return. Thats just the cost of being a servant sometimes. Ive been slandered and betrayed by those that Ive helped, but those things dont compare to Scotty. Want to bear a grudge? Go ahead, but tell it to Scotty first. Want to dislike someone based upon something petty? Go ahead, but tell it to Scotty and see how your issue compares. If youve been through immense pain or deep betrayal, my heart breaks for you, as it does for Scotty. There are so many things that we will never understand. Use that experience to save or help someone else -- you might be the only person that can reach them -- perhaps that is why some things happen to us: to be someone elses savior. Honor Scottys suffering by loving your children more deeply than ever before. Love those around you. Dont let this precious boys suffering be just another story.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 19:27:28 +0000
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