“The sun is going down in the horizon,” Lindsay wrote in a notebook in August 2004. “All I see is the beams shining on the cliff face. And I know that God is awsome (sic). I look around and I see his creation all around me.”
Jason then wrote: “As I stir this Mac & Cheese I think to myself what a wonderful life. I’ve just spent two awsome (sic) days with my fiance Lindsay. Can life ever be so perfect. Only with a person who is so great. God gives me this privilege in life and He has given me a wonderful woman to enjoy it.”
In a few hours they would both be dead, shot at point blank range in the head as they slept on the beach. Jason and Lindsay were just a few days away from their wedding and had taken a weekend trip away from their duties at Rock and Water, a Christian river adventure camp in Northern California.
Homicide in war is not reckoned by our fathers as homicide...Perhaps, however, it is well to counsel that those whose hands are not clean only abstain from communion for three years. —St. Basil the Great
“He said, you know, I know that's not all of who your mother was, but that's the body I woke up to every day for 35 years. That's the body that gave birth to you and your brothers. That's the body your mother had when I fell in love with her.”