These lovely young ladies will meet again in heaven. Melissa Collins is on the far right. |
The murder
of local teen Melissa Collins has deeply affected her entire community (http://www.heraldmailmedia.com/news/breaking/man-charged-with-murder-of-missing-stepdaughter/article_e97cb1d8-ffab-11e4-8884-2bb6a437c918.html).
Her death at the hands of her own stepfather--someone in a role intended to
protect her--is a prime example of evil in the world. For those who know her, the
pain is almost overwhelming.
Melissa was
in the 4.12 Leadership Training Program at Joy El (http://joyelgeneration.org/), where my family serves. She
was a five-year student, set to graduate from the program on Thursday, May 21—the
very day her murder came to light.
The 100
students in the 4.12 program spend lots of time together—weekends, weeks, whole
summers. Some are more involved than others—Melissa among them. These students
become best of friends. So Melissa’s initial “disappearance,” followed by the
shocking news of her death, was a huge blow to her camp friends.
Thursday was
one of the most surreal days of my life. We on the Joy El staff were reeling from
the news ourselves—grieving—while also trying to “manage” the crisis on an
organizational level. We were fielding constant calls, texts, Facebook
messages; orchestrating and implementing a plan to get out the word as
sensitively, honorably and effectively as we could. We were checking on
students in schools, via phone calls, via their mentors. We were figuring out
what to do with the scheduled graduation celebration that night, when Melissa
was to be among those sharing her testimony and being honored for her five years
of hard work and ministry. We were personally calling all those who had stated
they would be in attendance.
In the midst
of the constant activity, there were pauses for prayer and tears—and sometimes
they weren’t pauses. For many, the prayer and tears were just flowing along
with the activity.
We turned the
graduation celebration into a time of grieving. Anyone connected to Melissa
(primarily through Joy El) was welcome to meet at our worship center to grieve,
pray, cry, laugh, and remember. It turned into a beautiful evening.
One of the
many highlights of the evening came during a group prayer time. There was
certainly prayer for justice on Thursday. But there was more than that. These
wonderful teenagers began praying for their friend’s killer. They prayed that
Ernie Chase would repent, that he would find God, and that he would receive
forgiveness. The evening was a bittersweet time of fellowship and prayer for
those who loved Melissa.
Then Friday
was another hard day (there are many yet to come). When the chilling details of
Melissa’s death came to light (http://www.heraldmailmedia.com/news/local/court-documents-hagerstown-teen-beaten-strangled-to-death-by-stepfather/article_e066d724-008f-11e5-b37b-8bd941cf5ec9.html),
those who loved her had more to process.
I had mixed
feelings about sharing those details with my children, who all knew Melissa (my
older daughter more than the other two). Of course I wondered whether it was
too much. Yet, thanks (and no thanks) to social media, I knew they would find
out eventually, so I waited for the natural time with each of them.
For Abigail,
my older daughter, that time came last night as she drove up to camp, with me
in the passenger seat beside her.
“Tell me,”
she said. “I’m going to hear it anyway.”
So I told
her.
And after
she had heard that Melissa’s stepfather had strangled Melissa, dragging her
down to the basement, where he wrapped a cord around her neck… After Abigail
heard that he had gone more than once to make sure she was dead, and that he
had moved and hidden her body from the police… This is what she said:
“Cheryl told
us a way to get letters to him.” (Cheryl is another of Melissa’s friends.)
“To whom? Melissa’s
stepdad?” I asked.
“Yes, we can
write him letters and get them to him to let him know we’re praying for him,
and that he can find forgiveness in God. Is that OK?”
I paused. I
reflected. I processed.
I remembered
how I had reacted when I first read the gruesome details of Melissa’s death. I
had been like the psalmist, who shared his heart, his anger, his emotions
freely with God. I had railed in my grief, “Lord, I am praying for Ernie Chase!
I am praying for him because it is the right thing to do! But I am disgusted
beyond words by him!”
Melissa’s
friends were making plans to write this man letters of encouragement.
I answered
Abigail: “Yes, I think that would be wonderful. I think that would be very
powerful.” I added, “Just don’t sign your last name.”
So, let us
pray for Melissa’s loved ones, especially her families and boyfriend. Let us
pray for justice. And let us pray for Ernie Chase.
Finally, let
us thank God for the wonderful teenagers in our lives, who sometimes lead the
way.
Melissa
would be so proud.
"But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you" - Matthew 5:44
"But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you" - Matthew 5:44
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